The Lycan King's Fated Luna

Sylvie Thornley works the night shift at an animal clinic in a dying border town. She has never shifted and never smelled what other wolves smell. Her old pack cast her out as scent blind when she was a child, and she has built a small, quiet life on the idea that nobody is coming for her.

Then the Lycan King walks into the clinic at three in the morning, bleeding from a silver wound, and the mate bond hits them both like a dropped engine block.

Caelan Draymore rules every wolf on the continent. He was also told, twelve years ago, that his fated Luna burned with her family. By the old law, a king with no Luna standing beside him at the Crown Stone on the Crown Moon loses the throne to his cousin.

Caelan takes Sylvie to the Black Hall, and the lie begins to come apart. The council swears she is an impostor with no wolf at all. Veronika Pelham, the court's chosen queen in waiting, smiles at her across the dinner table and sets the first trap before the soup is cleared. Someone has been poisoning Caelan's silver wounds for a year, and Sylvie is the only one who notices, because she is the only one in the building who has treated an animal that was being slowly killed on purpose.

To win the Hall she must win five of the seven Alphas, one sick pack at a time. To keep it, she must find out who buried her name, and why her own vitamins smell exactly like the poison in the king's wound.

She was never missing a wolf. Someone made sure she could never hear it.