In the Divide, magic has a way of making you pay twice. Sable has spent five years as a crime lord's property. When she finally gets the chance to break free, she runs... straight into the jaws of something far worse. Harkan is ruthless and utterly uninterested in letting her go. When he severs her old chains, he replaces them with something far more a bond that hums beneath her skin every time he's near. She should hate him, and she does... But she also can't stop thinking about his hands. His voice. The way his control fractures every time someone looks at her wrong. With the Mating Moon rising and enemies closing in, Sable is caught between the man hunting her and the wolf claiming her, and a bond that's making it harder to tell the difference between captivity and craving. Seven nights. One feral Alpha. And a bond that won't be denied. Because when the moon rises and magic comes due, some bonds damn you… And some mark you forever.