Trapped by the Bond

“I have spent ten years being hated by every pack in Britain. That is the job. The Council of Alphas pays me to walk into a pack house, smile at its Alpha, and find the rot underneath. My last assignment is Blackmuir, a Highland pack ruled by a man who smells like a liar. Then Isla steps out of the shadows, the healer daughter of the Alpha I was sent to ruin, and the bond hits me like a blade between the ribs. She is my fated mate. She also tells me, in the first minute, that she knows exactly what I am. Now a Council that will kill me if I fail, an Alpha who will kill me if I succeed, and a woman who should be mine but trusts me less than her father's enemies do are all closing in. Every clue points to something Blackmuir buried long ago. Place and Time: The Blackmuir Pack territory in the Scottish Highlands, present day, around a Victorian hunting lodge turned pack house among pine forests and lochs.”