"You must have been a princess where you came from," Kael said mockingly. "Coddled, obeyed, worshiped, even." He paused and tilted his head, studying her like she was something strange and delicate. "But here, you are nothing." "I am not nothing," Lyra whispered, hating how weak it sounded. "You are what I allow you to be," he continued as though she hadn't spoken. "And right now, you have two choices." He held up two gloved fingers. "Sing for me and live," he said. "Or keep trying to run and die trying. You will not escape. You will run and I will hunt. You will hide and I will burn. You will pray and I will listen. You can fight, you can scream, you can rage. But in the end, you will still belong to me." "And what if I choose death?" He looked at her then, amusement flickering in his eyes as if she had offered a pleasant puzzle. "Then I will bury you so deep not even the wind will find you, little songbird," **** Lyra, a werewolf Princess with a siren voice, grew up dreaming of her wedding to Rowan, her childhood best friend and her father's chosen heir. But on the day she was to be marked as Luna, a ruthless demon Alpha, Kael Dravon stormed the celebration, claiming she belonged to him. Dragged into the Shadowlands, she learns that Kael didn't come for power. He came for her voice, the siren's song that can break his curse. But Lyra refuses to sing. Not if they pressed a blade to her throat and carved the song from her. But the longer she stays with him, the more the truth unfolds. Maybe he didn't steal her at all. Maybe he saved her from the very people she loved.