The Last Thornwood Luna

I survived the night they slaughtered my family by becoming invisible. For six years I scrubbed blood from Ironridge floors and waited for my chance to put a blade in Cade Blackthorn's throat. Then he walked into the Blood Rite, looked straight at me—and called me his fated mate. Now I wear his mark. Sleep in his bed. Play the perfect luna while my wolf screams for his death. Every time he touches me, the bond pulls tighter, burning through my hate until I can't tell where revenge ends and hunger begins. His hands are gentle. His father's were the ones that killed mine. And the worst part? When he looks at me like I'm his entire world, I almost forget I'm supposed to destroy him. But someone's been watching, and the girl I was six years ago is about to rip her way to the surface—will I bury the knife in his heart before he discovers the monster sleeping next to him is the last ghost of Thornwood?