After I Died, My Mate Lost His Mind

The Synopsis

What it's about

For six years, I wore Pack silver. I sold my blood. I scrubbed silver out of Pack den floors. I slept on a basement floor — all to pay off my mate's Pack debt and buy my brother's wolfsbane antidote. Today, with the receipt finally signed, my brother looked at me and said: "Seren, I was never poisoned. Our parents aren't dead either. The Rogue raid six years ago — I arranged it. The only wolf hurt that night was you." My mate stepped up behind him: "I never lost my Pack rank either. I've been at the estate the whole time." Then my parents — the ones I'd buried seven years ago — walked through the door. The Pack physician had given me forty-eight hours left to live. They were going to remember every single one.