The Psi Wolf

I am Lyra Ashfang, a slim, four-foot-five werewolf freak and the only Psi mutant of the Ashfang Moon Pack. When my treacherous family cuts off the life-support crystals keeping my vegetative Omega mother alive, I am forced to make a lethal deal with the devil: take my cousin's place in a forced blood covenant and bind myself to the royal family of the Nightbane Crimson Dominion. Everyone in Ebonhaven knows the rumors surrounding Prince Cassius Nightbane. They say a brutal battle left the massive, five-foot-ten vampire prince crippled, confined to an obsidian wheelchair, and that a dark madness has turned him into a vicious, bloodthirsty monster who shreds his bed partners to pieces. But the moment I stand at the altar of the Blood Moon Covenant Hall, my heart stops dead. The muscular predator sitting in that chair—always wearing a single leather glove and holding a smoldering cigarette between his fingers—is the exact same healthy, lethal vampire who cornered me in the dark alleys of the Crimson Noble Quarter half a moon ago. The one who left me bruised, gasping, and desperately marked against the brick wall. He claims his lower body is entirely dead to the world, yet his dark, dominant gaze tells a completely different story. Trapped inside the cold walls of the Nightbane Crimson Citadel, I must navigate a dangerous web of royal council betrayals, deadly territory wars, and an intoxicating, primal attraction that threatens to consume us both. He is supposed to be my ruin, but as the blood moon rises, I realize this crippled monster might be the only one capable of keeping me alive.