Three months ago, the ice broke and half of Ninebark ground burned with it.

Now I live in the wreckage of my own pack's cruelty, mending a coat too long, feeding a boy who isn't mine but who I can't stop calling family, and sharing a cottage with the wolf everyone warned me not to trust.

Vaeric doesn't apologize. He doesn't explain the bowl he leaves out or the way he watches me like a man watching a fire he's afraid to let go out. He just stays.

That should be enough. It isn't. Because the pack that exiled me hasn't finished with either of us, and the court that survived the burning wants my bond broken and my mate's head on a pike before the thaw.

I spent eighteen years learning how to disappear. I'm done disappearing.

If Ninebark's cold court wants a war, I'll give them one — with a beast at my side who was never afraid of the fire, and a family I built out of the ashes they left behind.

A slow-burn, forced-proximity, found-family shifter romance — Book Two of The Winterbound Wolves trilogy.