His pack comes first — even if it costs him his happily-ever-after. Emre just wants to protect his brother. They’ve lost their pack. Hunters lurk around every corner. How was he supposed to know the man holding his little brother was a fae king and not a murderer? But the blood on his claws isn’t simply royalty. As his protective fury cools, Emre recognizes the scent. The fae king dying on the ground before him is his mate. Is this horrible beginning doomed to be their end? Having lost everything, Liron wanted only the peace of the road. Instead, he’s caught in a kingship. There’s no royal blood in his veins. His parents were travelers. Nomads with no roots and no expectation that their son would be the cause of a war. Everything he tries to do turns into a disaster. So, of course saving a werewolf cub turns into a disastrous first meeting. His people put the brothers in the dungeon, but in a world where kingship can be won with a song, justice shouldn’t be much harder.