There’s a reason crows circle overhead nightly. It’s to remind themselves of where they’ve been, where they’re going, and, most importantly, who they’re with—who is friend, and who is foe.

Guardian River spent years cataloging every detail of how his best friend accidentally electrocuted his wings, leaving him scarred, flightless, and furious. The healers say his molting is psychological. That he needs to “forgive and forget” to heal. Crows don’t forget. And River won’t forgive. Nothing—not injury, not duty, not friendship—will stop him from delivering justice.

But then Blake Hartley turns up and everything changes. She’s a glittery, stubborn, married human from the past with a knack for fixing broken things and a smile that makes his feathers twitch. She’s not supposed to matter. She’s not supposed to get him.

When their bond snaps into place, he becomes desperate to deny the one thing he swore off: love. Crow shifters don’t mate like other Fae. When they fall, they fixate. Obsession ruined his best friend, and now he can’t breathe without Blake’s emotions bleeding through their connection. She’s optimistic when he’s drowning in vengeance. She believes in second chances when he knows some betrayals can’t be forgiven. She believes broken things can be fixed.

The problem is, River is starting to believe her. He’s starting to forget, to forgive, which is dangerous now that secrets are surfacing. Ones that threaten to rewrite everything the Fae Guardians thought they knew about their foes, their friends … even the ones they loved and lost.

And at the center of it all?

Cloud.

River’s best friend.

And perhaps...the villain they never saw circling.

Perfect for fans of found family, forced proximity, fated mates, magical dangerous crow boys with unresolved trauma, and their “who did this to you?” flavor of slow burn obsession with their human enemies. And wings.