At least she had been, a hundred years ago. Now she's a captured pet, a dusty tool living in a cage belonging to a society of men who once hunted vampires.

It's been so long since she'd breathed fresh air, she's not sure she remembers what it smells like. She doesn't know if she's the last werewolf, doesn't know if vampires have died out. But she does know that most days, she wishes for death.

Tray gave up on family a long time ago. Now he just tries to protect the weak and prove that not all werewolves are monsters. When he sees Lilly, everything shifts, everything he is, now belongs to her.

He'll give himself to her captors to be close to her and when he saves her from them, he will do everything in his power to convince her that she belongs to him.