Called to the Wolf Throne

The wolf court ended Wren Ashford's bloodline two generations ago. They missed one. When the new Alpha of the northern pack claims her as tribute, she goes expecting a collar — and gets a locked room only she has a key to. Rurik Halloran doesn't touch her, doesn't name her, doesn't explain. He needs her blood to hold a pack that's already fraying, and she needs his archives to prove her family was framed for the murder that started a war. They strike a bargain and keep striking them, one favor at a time, until the mate bond neither of them asked for gets named out loud. The councilor who framed her grandmother is still in the pack. The winter moot is coming. And the only way out for both of them is going to cost one of them the pack.