Nora Quinn has spent her life patching up other people's animals. She never expected to be paid in blood debt by a wolf.
Cassian Vale is dying, and everyone in the Vale pack knows why: a curse carved into the lodge floor before he was born. The only thing that holds it back is a mating bond he has refused for seven years-because every woman he touches sickens.
Then a blizzard strands a human vet with sharp hands and a sharper tongue inside his walls, and for the first time in his life, Cassian doesn't burn her.
He should send her down the mountain. He should let the council have her. He should definitely stop thinking about the way she smells like snow and iodine.
But the curse isn't finished. And the wolf in him has already chosen.
