An alpha without a pack is like a house without a roof.
Theodore Pembroke has lived for years with only vengeance in his heart. As the last of his kind, he knows the dark forces that destroyed his pack will come for him one day—and when they do, he’ll be ready.
But even the best-laid plans will often go awry. The enemy he’s been preparing for turns out to be an unexpected ally, and a sudden and fragile spark of hope makes a mess of everything.
While fighting Ryder Asherman of the Luna’s Sentinels, Theodore uncovers a series of deeper truths: his true enemies remain hidden, there might still be a way to restore his pack, and the cold hunger for revenge burning inside him evolve into something else entirely.
All of this ought to bring him focus and clarity.
If only fate didn’t have such ridiculous demands, like mating with a clairvoyant who looks like he barely weighs a hundred and twenty pounds sopping wet, and partnering with a human guardian who was meant for another pack.
It’s as if Theodore Pembroke is destined for hand-me-downs and becoming the butt of this absurdly attractive skinny pup’s jokes. If this is his fate, then clearly, something is very wrong. And fate might want to rethink things.