I used to think being a Luna meant standing beside my mate. Instead I learned what it meant to disappear. Three years ago, Alaric Thorncrest claimed me as his mate in front of our entire pack. Two years ago, his brother died and left behind a widow and a pup, and my husband moved them into our home without asking me a single question. I told myself it was grief. I told myself I understood. I was wrong to wait so quietly. When the Ravenscar King, our enemy, the wolf my pack has feared for a decade, corners me alone on contested land, I expect to die. Instead I find myself pinned beneath a hunger I haven't felt aimed at me in years, and I don't run. Now my mate has finally noticed I exist, and he's furious. He wants to fight for what he never bothered to protect. But I already know what it feels like to be chosen on purpose, and I'm not sure I can go back to being a ghost, even for the man I once called mine. The King who claimed me is hiding something. So is my mate. And the truth neither of them will say out loud might cost me both of them, and everything I thought I understood about the family I married into.