345 days ago, the dead rose. 2 days ago, my voice was stolen, crushed under the weight of betrayal. Today, I ran straight into the arms of the three men I thought were long dead. The same men who thought I was. Wyatt, the protector who understands me without words. Axel, the fighter who won’t let me fall apart. Then there’s Kai, the healer who’s always known where I belong. They were my everything before the world ended. Then they were gone. Now they’re back, and so am I. But my brothers, the ones who shattered me, are still alive. Still watching. Still hunting. They thought they buried me in that fire. They thought silence would protect their secrets. They thought wrong. I may not have my voice, But I’ve found my fire. And this time, I’m not alone. *This is a standalone novel in the Song Of The Dead world **The cat lives. The cat will always live.