They called me Remy. Not because it was my name but because no one ever looked close enough to know the difference. I wore boys clothes, swallowed pills that killed my scent, and did Dreston Cole's homework while pretending the cold ember in my chest was not love anymore. Then my stepsister put me on a stage in a masquerade club with a mask on my face and a Lycan Prince in the front row. He said you in the dark like he had been searching his whole life. Now Zane Ashford is hunting his masked mate and Dreston is suddenly possessive of the girl he threw away. I just want to graduate and leave with my mother. But the bond does not negotiate. And they are both hunting the same secret. The secret is me.