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?