Beky's _write

Wren Kestrel has three days left at Blackthorn Academy before graduation when she is framed for the one crime that ends a wolf's future: breaking the Founders' Code. Rather than face the Culling, a death trial from which no wolf has ever returned, she is claimed for Correction by Ronan Blackwood, the academy's most feared enforcer, a man who has never once taken a case in his four years holding the title of Warden of the Culling. Bound to total submission under a man with a reputation for cruelty, Wren has to survive his control long enough to find out who destroyed her name and why Ronan wanted her case badly enough to break his own pattern. What she does not expect is that clearing her name will pull her directly into the ambitions of the one woman powerful enough to have arranged the frame from the start, and that surviving Ronan's Correction might cost her far less than falling for him will.

Elowen Veyrith has spent twelve years serving the Lunar Council as a Moon Auditor, investigating wolves who violate the ancient laws that supposedly keep their supernatural society alive, but when she discovers her own name inside a forbidden section of the Lunar Ledger beside the words DEBT PAID, SUBJECT SHOULD NOT EXIST, everything she believes about her identity begins to unravel. Her investigation leads her to Kael Dravaryn, the supposedly extinct Alpha of the Duskfang bloodline, a man the Council ordered her to capture after eighteen years of hiding, yet when they discover their names written together in the oldest surviving page of the Ledger, they realize their enemies have been manipulating their bloodlines for centuries. Forced to investigate a series of murders involving wolves whose debts have mysteriously disappeared, Elowen and Kael uncover a conspiracy reaching into the foundation of werewolf society, where the Ledger is not merely a political tool but part of an ancient prison holding something beneath the Moon. The closer Elowen gets to the truth, the more she realizes that Kael may be the only person who can help her survive it, while the man hunting them has been preparing for their union since before either of them was born.

I was seven years old when my mother pressed her hand over my mouth and told me to never let anyone see what burns beneath my skin. Thirteen years of silence, and one flare of light in front of the Lunar Accord destroys all of it. Alpha Dorian Wolfe claims me in front of everyone who wants me dead, not because he wants me, but because owning me is safer than losing me to the council that murdered my family. I hate him for it. I hate him more when I start wanting him anyway. But the mark on my collarbone isn't a curse like I was raised to believe, it's a cage built by the very people hunting me, and the man who put me in this marriage might be the only one who can help me break it, if the truth about what he did that night doesn't destroy us both first.