We aren’t her saviors. We’re her worst nightmare.
She’s damaged. Fragile. Wounded. And oh so tempting. She’s not broken… yet. But that’s what we do best.
For thirty days she belongs to us, the Barons. We rule the criminal underworld the same way we rule our pack—with absolute control. Now she’s our property, to do with as we please.
Our little fawn will come to know our cruel strength. She’ll see the fierce beasts prowling inside us. Feel the hunger of the wolf’s teeth against her throat.
And she’ll beg for more.