When my adopted younger brother broke off his engagement, his fiancée was already unconscious from silver poisoning. I signed the caregiving contract in his place, agreeing to spend every night beside a woman who could tear my throat out at any moment. My name was Devon Morley, and my family had feared me since childhood. I'd always been able to see the spirits of dead werewolves and hear them speak. My parents believed a witch's prophecy that I'd destroy the entire pack, so they showered all their love on Kyle Morley, the boy they'd adopted. When Kyle became engaged to Beverly Sheridan, heir to the Black Pine Pack in the Northern Territories, he became the pride of our family. But just before their bonding ceremony, Beverly was attacked. The doctor said someone would have to use their body heat and scent to calm her raging inner wolf and help purge the silver from her system every day. If the treatment continued for eight months, she might regain consciousness. Kyle threw his ring to the floor outside her hospital room. "You expect me to strip down every day and hold a wolf that could go berserk at any moment? She nearly bit a guard's hand off two days ago! I'm not risking my life for a vegetable who's no use to anyone!" Just then, a translucent figure sat up on the bed. She stared coldly at Kyle through the doorway. 'What did I see in him anyway? If anyone is willing to stay with me for these eight months, he could have my private island estate off Sunshore and 5 million dollars.' My eyes lit up immediately. I had absolutely no interest in becoming the mate of a pack leader. But 5 million dollars? And an entire island? I bit my thumb and pressed my bloody fingerprint onto the bottom of the contract. "I'll take his place. Effective immediately."