Harlow

Harlow Pruitt has spent her whole life with dead things. The living ones are worse. A failing taxidermy shop. A birthmark the local pack calls a moonbrand. Three lycans on her porch at dusk — Silas, ordered to kill her and refusing; Abel, ordered to sell her and drafting the receipt; Corvin, the alpha's runaway son who should have forgotten her name. They lock her in a hunting cabin and wait for the moon to choose. Harlow takes one look and chooses instead. The man who ordered her taken is the pack's alpha. He's older than the moonbrand. He's also the reason her mother disappeared. One lunar month. Three wolves. One shot at the throat of the man who started it. A why-choose lycan dark captive romance with a heroine who never once asks to be saved.