A wolf never forgets his mate's face. Alpha Rivan Dravos has forgotten his three times over — and someone made sure of it.
For three years he's ruled the North alone, cold and mateless, haunted by a scar he can't explain and a name he's never spoken. Then a rare Blood Moon delivers a bleeding stranger into his territory, and his wolf howls one word he hasn't felt in years: “mine”.
He should claim her. Instead he holds a blade to her throat—because something is wrong. He's seen her face before. Loved it before. And his own pack records swear he ordered her death three years ago.
Linna remembers none of it. But her body remembers his hands, his scars, his voice. And every stolen touch drags back a fragment of a life someone erased on purpose—a secret wedding, a child crying somewhere underground, blood he can't account for.
Someone close to Rivan has been rewriting the truth for years, and they're willing to kill to keep it buried.
Because the woman he lost wasn't just his wife.
She's the reason an entire bloodline is about to go to war—and remembering her might be the last thing either of them survives.