I killed mindlessly for 15 years. A curse trapped me inside my werewolf, and I became the perfect killing puppet for the warlock controlling me. Screams of my victims haunt me. The phantom warmth of blood heats my hands. And guilt eats away at my psyche. I don’t deserve love. I don’t deserve a mate. Who could ever love a monster like me? Ru does. My little lucky charm from another planet. No matter how much I warn her. No matter how I try to scare her. No matter how many times I threaten her. She stays. But she doesn’t understand my kind. Werewolves are violent creatures. And if my wolf doesn’t get his way, it isn’t just her heart I’ll be ripping out, but mine too. Which, in 14 days, is exactly what will happen. A night of violence and lust awaits, and I’m doubtful she can survive me. Our lives are on the line, but so is my brother’s. 14 days to find the treatment for his sickness. 14 days to survive on an unknown planet. 14 days to see if I kill my mate. The full moon is rising. And I wish it wouldn’t.