My fated mate is my sworn guardian, and the prophecy says loving him will get me killed.
Caelan is the last wolf I should want near my throne.
He challenges my orders, ruins my noble lies, and looks at me like my crown is a chain he wants to tear off with his teeth.
Then the eclipse returns, my wards start bleeding shadow, and I make the reckless mistake of letting him guard my door.
One night turns into his hand over my burning moonfire, his body between me and death, his vow snarled against my skin.
He sees the queen everyone obeys and the terrified girl underneath.
He rallies wolves who would rather run, drags me out of a god-dream, and refuses to let me become another dead woman in my family's cursed history.
Somewhere between the sieges, the arguments, and the almost-kisses that feel like war, I fall.
Then I learn the prophecy was never meant to save us.
My sacrifice feeds the eclipse gods.
And Caelan may have to die to stop me.