Elira Marris wakes in a cage. Naked. Collared. For sale. Her body is tagged as breedable-but she's survived worse than chains.Sold to a pack of primal beast-shifters who paid in blood, Elira is thrown into the Wastes. They don't want her consent. They want her heat. Her scent. Her screams.But Elira doesn't beg. She bites back. And when she bleeds, they crave her more.Korr, the cold wolf. Venn, the cruel lion. Jask, the laughing hyena. Rho, the silent bear. They're not broken by her defiance. They're addicted to it.They don't expect her to fight. They don't expect her to want what they give. And they never expected to fall.Now she wears their marks. Feeds on their touch. Learns to command the pack that tried to break her.Because Elira isn't prey anymore.She's becoming something worse.Something they can't survive without.