Every blood moon, the three mountain packs send their unmated wolves to a gathering. Juno has gone four times and never felt the pull. She's made her peace with being mateless. This year she almost stays home. Then the mate bond hits so hard she drops to her knees—and it's pointing at the feral wolf chained at the edge of camp. The one they caught raiding their territory. The one who hasn't spoken a word in three years.