I thought I was a fake, a spiritual guide doling out nothing more than a placebo effect to the pack. Turns out I'm more legitimate than anyone realizes-and more deadly.

It doesn't matter whether I'm the real thing or not, whether the pack has accepted me or not, because Duncan's mate never will and she's in charge. As long as he still wants me in his bed, she'll want me in a grave.

When her two leading goons go missing, I'm at the top of her hit list. As things get rough, my alliances begin to dwindle and my dreams of a white knight are all but gone. But sometimes the best man for the job doesn't ride up in white...