The Forged Mark

My mate is dead, his throat torn open on the frozen landing where our pack loads timber. I am the acting Luna of the Goshawk Pack, and I have a secret that could cost me everything: I have never shifted, and the mark on my throat may not be real. Then Calder returns, an exiled tracker with a stolen pelt and a missing sister, and his scent wakes something inside me that has slept my whole life. Together we follow a trail of forged records and boundary traps straight to the Council. But the closer I get to the truth, the closer I get to the one man I cannot trust. And the blood moon is rising.

Place and Time: Far-northern Ontario, Canada, in the autumn and winter of 1998, in the Goshawk Pack's black-spruce timber territory.