Exiled from my tribe. Living with a pack who hates me. In bed with a werewolf I can't ignore. Things were simple when I just had to win the game. Yet now, even winning means I'll end up the loser. The mysteries surrounding my mother might be solved, but I'm haunted by her lies and sorry end. As if walking in her footsteps, I feel a breath away from sharing her fate. Because Grids must be played. I must decide which side I'll play . And that choice grows more difficult by the second. Would you win the game if it meant losing the man you love?