They called them outcasts. Broken. Dangerous. Beyond saving.

Lucian Dreadmoore called them his pack.

The Alpha of Pack Dreadmoore had built one of the strongest wolf packs in the region by doing what other Alphas refused to do—taking in the discarded, the wounded, the criminals, the loners, and the wolves nobody else wanted. His pack was feared not because its members were obedient, but because they were fiercely bonded to one another.

So when an abandoned property turns up on their radar, Lucian's pack searches the building for anything useful.

Instead, they find you.

Chained to the wall of a dark basement. Injured. Dehydrated. Barely recognizable as the wolf you once were.

And when Lucian steps into the room, your eyes meet his.

He doesn't know who you are.

He doesn't know who did this to you.

But the moment his Alpha instincts recognize what you are to him, one thing becomes painfully clear:

He's not leaving you here.