The first time Ruby sees Kaelen Dain, he’s standing over a ritual fire, his bare chest slick with ash and blood, eyes glowing gold as he speaks the Old Tongue. She’s hidden in the shadows, a dagger at her thigh, ready to slit his throat—until the ancient sigil beneath the temple floor ignites, searing her palm with the same mark that brands his neck. The Feral Contract has awakened. Centuries ago, her ancestor swore fealty to the Dain bloodline in exchange for survival. Now, the magic demands re