She came to the summit as a display piece — the blood heir, proof that the Ravenwood line hadn’t died. She left as the fated mate of the enemy Alpha.
Isolde Ravenwood has spent her life learning everything from every angle, because knowing is the only power that can’t be taken. She’s a strategist, a reader of people, and the daughter of a warlord who has never once treated her as a political asset — until now, when the last possible negotiation before a full-scale war requires her presence at a summit with the man her pack has been fighting for a generation.
Darian Vexley is dying. A blood poison with six to eight weeks left on its clock, administered by a faction that wants the war to continue because they intend to profit from what comes after. The only thing that might slow the compound’s progress is a fully realized Crimson Moon bond — and the woman across the summit table is the one his wolf has already decided on.
The bond doesn’t care that they were raised as enemies. It doesn’t care that completing it will put both of them in the crosshairs of wolves who want this war to burn forever. It is simply, inconveniently, and absolutely there — visible to Isolde through her Crimson Sight long before either of them is ready to name it.
They have twenty-five days before a blood ritual severing their bond could tear apart the bond-connections of every wolf in both packs. The only way to stop it is to do the one thing every force around them is trying to prevent.
Some bonds are made on the enemy side of the line. Some bonds are the only thing standing between two packs and total destruction.
Start reading Claimed Beneath the Crimson Moon today — dark, urgent, and built around a love that refuses to be weaponized.
