Stolen by the Lone Wolf

Finn Kincaid presses his palm flat against the window glass and counts the silver-grey veins branching from his wrist toward his heart. Thirty-two distinct tributaries on his left hand alone. Last week there had been twenty-eight. The doctor said six months, maybe less. His sister Maeve has already decided she is not going to sit in that farmhouse and count his veins until there are none left to count. There is a cure. Mira Ashford, the healer from the Moonbound pack, has spelled it out: a venom transfer from a wolf untainted by silver, made willingly, with the giver's lifeblood in the bite. It is not a blood oath and it is not servitude. It only needs somebody prepared to bleed for a dying man from a backwater farm who has nothing to give in return. What Alistair Harlow wants is the other thing. A blood oath from the Kincaid line would let him force the other alphas to bend, and he has been trying to consolidate the packs for years without ever being able to break the old treaties. So Maeve goes over his fence instead. She has watched the guard for three hours: fourteen steps to the corner, seventeen back, right shoulder drops when he turns. She gets as far as the infirmary. Then a key turns in the lock and Lena Harlow steps inside, Alistair's daughter, smaller than her father and trained to spot a lie since she could walk. The offer is simple. *You give me information on Declan Voss, and I let you walk out of here with the cure.* Maeve names a cabin off the logging road past the old mill, and takes the vial. That night there is a man standing in her house with silver-gray eyes and a pale seam of scar running from collarbone to ribs, because the back door wasn't locked and he followed her scent from the compound. *Declan Voss. Harlow's prisoner. Currently dying of feral sickness. Your sister stole a vial of poison thinking it was medicine, and I'm here to offer a trade.* *Can you save him?* *Yes.* *Without killing him?* *Yes.* And then he needs her to take him to the spring. A shifter romance of blood oaths, pack treaties and a town called Mooncrest, with a brother poisoned by silver, an alpha's daughter who trades, a lone wolf whose shift is nothing like the stories told round a fire, and a guardian waiting at the water. The heat is closed-door.