"Whose is he, Harlow?" Torin’s voice rumbled through the clubhouse. I backed away, instinctively shielding my five-year-old son behind my legs as the President of the Steel Howlers MC stalked closer. His golden eyes flashed, his massive, tattooed frame suffocating all the oxygen in the room. He didn't look like the man I loved five years ago. He looked like the ruthless, cold-blooded Alpha I had been warned about. "Tell me," he demanded, his gaze dropping to the little boy who possessed his exact same storm-gray eyes. "Before my wolf tears this place apart." At eighteen years old, human Harlow Kincaid made the most terrifying decision of her life: she vanished in the dead of night, fleeing Torin Rathbourne, the feared and deadly thirty-three-year-old Alpha of the Steel Howlers MC. She didn’t run because she stopped loving him. She ran to survive. Now, five years later, her worst nightmare has come true. Her half-blood son is suffering from a violent, mysterious sickness that human doctors can't cure. Desperate and out of options, Harlow is forced to return to the den of wolves she barely escaped, begging the man who hates her for help. Torin is colder, harder, and deadlier than she remembers. For five years, his wolf has been tearing him apart from the inside, and he blames the fragile human who abandoned him. He demands complete control, he claims her son. And he locks Harlow inside his compound, swearing she will never escape him again. But Harlow isn't the naive teenager he remembers. She is a mother who has survived on her own, and she didn't come back alone. There are secrets trailing right behind her, shadows hunting her from the human underworld, ancient betrayals lurking within Torin's own pack, and a dark ticking clock the Alpha is hiding from everyone. Torin thinks he is punishing the woman who broke him. He doesn't know that she is the only thing standing between him and his impending death.