They called me spoiled because of the black mark on my neck.
For three years, I carried the shame of a bond I never chose. I kept my collar high, worked the dangerous wet faces alone, and let the pack believe I was the ruined one. In Caldmoor, a silver mark means love. A black mark means disgrace. And no one ever asks whose hand made it.
Then a half-drowned stranger rises from the Drownpit with no memory, no pack, and a mark no one can read. Rurik sees what everyone else refuses to see. He does not look away from my scar. He reads it the old way, not as my shame, but as testimony against the cruel hand that left it there.
Now the truth threatens everything. The Alpha’s dead son. The Markwardens’ laws. The silence of every marked woman who was told to suffer quietly. If I stand before the pack and uncover my neck, Caldmoor may break. But if I stay silent, another girl will be blamed for a wound she never deserved.
A powerful rejected mate werewolf romance filled with pack secrets, emotional scars, slow burn healing, a protective bond, and a heroine who refuses to be defined by what was done to her. Read it now before the truth buried in the mark changes everything.
