The only way to escape is to die.

For eighteen years I’ve suffered at the hands of the Hunters. For eighteen years they’ve done their best to break me, to tear me open and unleash the terrifying monster that lives within.

Until the day they go too far.

When a desperate escape leads to another brush with death, I’m forced to place my trust in the hands of four formidable strangers. Wild and untamed, their feral natures call to me, their warrior hearts make mine come alive. And when they offer me a place to stay while I heal, I can’t say no.

But the secrets I carry are deadly, and my past is a twisted, evil nightmare better left forgotten.

They may think they want to know me, they may think the secrets they guard behind hard eyes and closed expressions comes close to the ones I keep. But should they ever discover just who they’ve let into their home, just what I really am…their hatred could be the one thing that finally breaks me.

And if I break, the darkness inside me will finally be free.


“Is she dead?” Gregory poked a finger through the hole in my aching side and waited for a reaction.

I gave none.

A familiar, sticky substance coated my skin in grimy layers of dark red, the puddles of blood on the floor barely distinguishable against the muted black.

I was weak. So very weak.

Blood loss and pain threatened to send me slinking into sweet oblivion, but if I wanted to escape this hellhole, I needed to stay awake.

Two fingers touched the base of my throat. Rather than flinch away in disgust, I remained still and hid behind the deep shadows in my mind.

“No pulse. She isn’t breathing,” Silva said. “Guess we finally did her in.”

A beat of silence, then, “Let’s just make sure, shall we?”

Something sharp and cold parted my skin and buried deep. If the monster sharing my body had not been shielding me, I would have screamed from the agony piercing my belly.

“Dead,” Gregory pronounced. “You’re lucky this didn’t happen sooner or the boss would’ve had your hide.”

Red spots danced behind my closed eyelids.

Silva snorted. “Luck had nothing to do with it. I’ve wanted to get rid of this one for years.”

My lungs burned with the scream I refused to let loose, and my mind began to fracture with the agony I was forced to suppress.

They had to think I was dead. They had to. If Matthew had taught me anything, it was that only the dead left the Hunters’ compound.

“When did you get permission to kill her?”

The burn in my stomach intensified. A thousand teeth were surely ripping me apart from the inside out.

“I didn’t,” Silva admitted. “Not exactly. Though they said to do whatever it took to—“

Just as I was about to lose my grip on the scream building in my throat, shadows danced across my mind and the monster that had once ruined my life came to my rescue.

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