The Lunar Heist
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She came to steal his most dangerous secret. She never planned on becoming it.
Silver Ardent is the best thief in Ardenmoor, and she works alone for a reason. Four years ago, her pack cast her out — publicly, without explanation, in front of everyone she had ever loved. Since then she has built a life that needs no one and answers to nothing. So when a vampire lord offers her a fortune to break into the vault of the Lycan King and lift a relic called the Iron Shard, she takes the job. It is just another door.
What her employer neglects to mention: she was never hired to steal the Shard. She was sent to absorb it. She isn't the thief on this job. She's the cargo.
Rustan Veyr — King of the lycans, twenty-third guardian of the Shard — knows exactly what she is before she ever touches his wards. He should put her down on sight. Instead, when word reaches him that she is coming, he writes three words and leaves the gate open: Let them come.
Neither of them planned on the mate bond.
Now Silver is trapped inside the one place she came to rob, chained by something older than either of them to a man she was built to betray, with a power waking in her blood that could remake the world or break it. Falling for her mark was never the plan.
Trusting him might be the most dangerous heist of all.
Silver Ardent is the best thief in Ardenmoor, and she works alone for a reason. Four years ago, her pack cast her out — publicly, without explanation, in front of everyone she had ever loved. Since then she has built a life that needs no one and answers to nothing. So when a vampire lord offers her a fortune to break into the vault of the Lycan King and lift a relic called the Iron Shard, she takes the job. It is just another door.
What her employer neglects to mention: she was never hired to steal the Shard. She was sent to absorb it. She isn't the thief on this job. She's the cargo.
Rustan Veyr — King of the lycans, twenty-third guardian of the Shard — knows exactly what she is before she ever touches his wards. He should put her down on sight. Instead, when word reaches him that she is coming, he writes three words and leaves the gate open: Let them come.
Neither of them planned on the mate bond.
Now Silver is trapped inside the one place she came to rob, chained by something older than either of them to a man she was built to betray, with a power waking in her blood that could remake the world or break it. Falling for her mark was never the plan.
Trusting him might be the most dangerous heist of all.
