The Enemy Queen

Amelia Pureblood has spent five years hidden among humans, shipped across the country by a brother who calls exile protection. All she wants is to go home. Then she slips into the dungeons beneath her brother's castle and finds the prisoner who is going to ruin everything: Brandon Jackson, the enemy Alpha with molten gold eyes, the man her brother has sworn to kill, and the mate the Moon Goddess chose for her the moment she walked down the stairs.

Brandon wants nothing to do with a fated bond. He has a war to finish and a grave to avenge, so he draws a line across the snow and dares her to cross it. She crosses it the same night. Crossing is the easy part. Everything after is not. Her best friend is lying about what he is. Her mother's journal is telling a story she was never meant to read. And the truth of her own birth is older and stranger than either pack suspects: the daughter of a second mate, raised on a lie, a she-wolf with two bloodlines and one impossible choice.

To choose her mate is to betray her blood. To save her pack is to lose the only person she was made for. While the two Alphas sharpen themselves on each other, every secret kept to protect Amy starts coming home: the murder that lit the war, the friend who watched it happen, the order that was never supposed to touch her.

When the fighting finally comes through the gates, Amy does the one thing no wolf in either army expects. She walks out onto the snow between the armies and stops the war with her body, a white wolf on the line nobody can see, roaring down two armies. It buys a parley. It does not buy a happy ending. The blade meant for the war finds her anyway, and the price of dragging her back is paid by the one person who has been quietly holding her life together for five years, a price that leaves her alive, bondless, and facing an Alpha who no longer has the Goddess making him stay.

What the war leaves behind is a treaty three pages long, a market on the boundary line where wolves of both colours buy bread off each other, and a foundling left crying at the gates in the first winter of the peace.

Brandon Jackson has been chosen by armies and bloodlines his whole life. This time he chooses: slowly, badly, and out loud, in front of both packs, with nothing behind him but a war and a grave that does not have her in it.

A fated-mates werewolf romance about a girl born on one side of a war and crowned on the other. About loyalty that outlives the bond it was born in. About a brother who learns that protection is not the same as love, and a line drawn in the snow that turned the enemy's sister into a queen both packs would follow.