I'm a werewolf King who chose to step down out of grief for my mate.For centuries I've been alone, choosing to live a life of modesty despite the wealth surrounding me.I deserve to be punished.I crave things I have no business craving.And it is manifesting itself in a way I'm terrified I won't be able to control any longer.Especially since she arrived.Vampire. Orphan. Beaten beyond recognition.My blood calls to her in a way that makes no sense.I'm a wolf.She's a vampire.The two don't mate.They barely tolerate one another.All it takes is one slip of control on my part - one taste.And I doom us all.Then again, I never knew what is lurking inside has the power to balance good and evil.