The mountain listens.
And it always answers the ones who ring.

Eira has spent her life avoiding the old stories?saints who bleed, wolves who kneel, and the Church men who claim every miracle as proof they were right. But when a cruel zealot named Valtor begins hunting her with hymn-mouthed priests and bells that tighten the air itself, Eira discovers the truth: the mountain doesn't want her faith.

It wants her consent.

Marked by a power that flares at blood and refuses to stay quiet, Eira is forced into flight across winter woods and hidden cuts in stone?drawing salt lines that hold only as long as she chooses to hold them. At her side is Bastian, a man bound to the mountain's oldest vow: golden-eyed, half-feral, and trained to obey a voice that still knows how to hurt him.

As Valtor closes in on an ancient cairn?the grave of the first wolf saint?Eira and Bastian must decide what they're willing to break to keep a name from being turned into a leash... and what it means to love someone without making them belong to you.

Because some boundaries aren't drawn to keep monsters out.

They're drawn to keep you from becoming one.