One cursed touch from a Witchbane Alpha should’ve killed me. Instead, it claimed me—body and soul.
I’m Avelyn Silvarthorn—the last witch whose magic exposes deadly secrets.
I came to Ashclaw territory to stop a corruption killing wolves and witches alike.
But the moment I collide with Toren Ashclaw, the notorious alpha whose touch kills witches, everything ignites.
His hands hit my bare skin. Silver thorns meet gold fire. Heat explodes between us—the mate bond snapping into place, feral and unbreakable.
He’s brutal, devastatingly beautiful, and cursed. Every witch who’s touched him has died screaming. He swears I’ll be next.
And now the bond burns hotter with every stolen glance, every accidental brush—his wolf growling mine, his touch searing wherever skin meets skin.
Pack law gives us seven days to break this bond or he’ll be executed. Breaking it will kill us both. Completing it will ignite a war.
The corruption hunting us? It wants the first Silvarthorn and Ashclaw bonded in a century—dead.
