She was never meant to survive what they made her into.
Ravenna doesn't remember her family. She doesn't remember her name meaning anything to anyone. What she remembers is the cold stone floor, the needle, and the woman who calls her good girl while draining her blood into a pendant worn like a trophy.
When the vampire queen's forced transformation finally breaks her free - violently, and at a cost she'll spend months trying to forgive herself for - Ravenna escapes into a world that fears her before it ever meets her. A werewolf. A vampire. A witch's bloodline running underneath it all, amplified by something older and rarer still. She is not one thing. She is barely holding together as any of them.
With her long-lost brother at her side and a stolen necklace she doesn't yet understand, Ravenna claws her way toward control - only to find her fated mate in the one wolf who cannot feel the bond she carries for him, his own wolf spirit damaged by the very hands that broke hers.
To save the people she's come to love, she'll have to return to the mountain that made her. To face the queen who built her as a weapon. And to decide, once and for all, whether she is the monster the stories warn about - or something the old world has never had a name for.
Some wolves are born. Some are made in the dark. She is both, and she is done running.
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