Three years ago, a war between vampires and werewolves ended with a treaty—and a wedding. Avira, daughter of the Silver Moon Pack, was handed over to the Night Court as a peace bride. Her groom: Liam, the coldest vampire lord in the realm. Since then, she has gained a castle without sunlight, a seal that cages the wolf inside her, and a husband who has never once stayed the night. Fine by her. While the court sleeps through the day, she arm-wrestles guards, climbs down drainpipes to drink in Shadow Town, and befriends the blood servants everyone else steps on. Let the vampires keep their candlelit rules. She is a wolf. She doesn't beg for love. Then a lowly blood servant is turned into a vampire—and loses the unborn child the whole court believes is Liam's. Poison. Planted evidence. A witness who dies before she can be questioned. Every clue points to Avira... until it twists toward Selena, the beautiful human lady Liam has sheltered for years. Suddenly the wolf bride nobody wanted stands at the center of a conspiracy that could reignite the war. And at midnight, a stranger appears outside her third-floor window. A vampire who smells of wolves and northern snow. He calls her by a name no one here uses. He carries half of a Silver Moon token she can't remember giving away. "Three years ago, you asked me to run away with you," he says. "Why did you forget me?" Her memories are sealed. Her wolf is caged. Her husband kisses her like a starving man one moment and accuses her like a judge the next. Someone erased her past. And everyone in this castle—her rival, her maid, her silent best friend, even her cold-eyed husband—knows something she doesn't. The moon is rising. The seal is cracking. And when the last daughter of the Silver Moon remembers who she is, the Night Court will learn why you should never cage a wolf.