I was a werewolf. The anticipation of shifting scared me, because once it happened, the North American King of Werewolves would force me to be his mate. And I barely survived him last time. But he wasn't my only problem. Rumors of my existence had slowly started circulating around. Now everywhere I turned, alphas were issuing challenges for me. And then there was Dean. And Logan. But instead of dealing with any of it, I hid, letting the others call the shots. Part of me hoped I could hide away forever. But as my wolf continued clawing her way to the surface, the more answers I craved and the more dangerous I became. Fights to the death. A full moon shift. A love triangle. My life with werewolves grew more complicated everyday.