She survived the fire. She wasn't supposed to. Two years later, the boy she lost turns up miles from where he burned. Then a stranger appears at the funeral with no scent, no pack mark, and eyes that linger on her like she's someone he never expected to find. Then the mark her mother drew in the dirt the morning she vanished returns on Nyah's window. Something is waking. And it's been inside her the whole time. The council is watching. Old promises are beginning to unravel. And Nyah is running out of time to decide whether she's the girl this village made her, or the one her blood always knew she was. The Hollow doesn't die. It chooses.