What do my childhood bully, an ex, a shunned pack healer, and my deceased father's best friend have in common?

They're all part of the new clan I'm promised to. A prophecy from the pack witch sees me ripped from my college graduation, drugged, and brought home. Thrust into the spotlight of a pack that despised me for being the sole survivor of a house fire that ended two powerful bloodlines, I'm out of my element.

Forced to choose between the start of Ragnar?k or my own desires, I embark on a journey with men I don't want or trust. As the corruption and threats come from the shadows, the options become clear, find common ground or become pawns in a game far bigger than ourselves.

Why does the greater good have to be so freaking painful?

Unraveling a prophecy isn't easy. Especially when Fenrir's amulet remains elusive. The fate of our world hangs in the balance of an item we don't know enough about. Following the signs from Fenrir, we find ourselves in compromising situations, with new enemies, potential allies, and each other. Different pasts, personalities, and secrets make bonding as a clan an uphill battle.

Bo is growing on me like a fungus. Fell is getting closer to beating the spell that's held him captive, and Kirk is opening up. Cadoc continues his role as our leader as he learns to trust. Hell, I'm hoping for the best, until a truth bomb shatters our truce, unraveling the threads of our pack.

If everything in my life is a lie, is there anything left to fight for?