An alpha above and apart. In her eleven months as alpha, Tara Whelan has maintained tradition in every way except one. Stand above all other wolves? Check. Produce a plan to keep her pack afloat? Glitter factory a go. The part about choosing a temporary consort and popping out an heir though? Well, she's taking that requirement down to the wire. Unfortunately, the thirty-sixth interviewee has no intention of becoming Tara's consort. "There are fae here," warns the achingly beautiful shifter who set up a meeting under false pretenses. "They use glamour to look like trusted pack members. Rot clans from the inside out." He wants permission to hunt fae on Whelan territory. But Tara's father warned about the risk to the clan if another wolf seized the role of alpha. "You can assist me," Tara tells him. "But I'll lead the hunt."