One toast. One sip of poisoned wine. And Alpha Kael Ashbourne loses everything his pack, his power, his wolf, and the brother who handed him the cup.

Thrown out into the snow with nothing but an empty goblet and a grudge, Kael's only path back to Ironwood runs straight through a swamp witch with a taste for memories, a fox-shifter with a *very* complicated family history, and a grandfather who's been dead for sixty years except he isn't, not exactly, and he's made entirely of ice.

But reclaiming a throne is the easy part. Because the brother who poisoned Kael wasn't acting alone something has been quietly wearing his family's faces for over a decade, stitching nine rival packs into a single shadow-bound alliance, and waiting for exactly the right moment to open a door that should have stayed shut forever.

With an army of wraiths circling his old home, a centuries-old fae lord wearing a face he loved, and a curse of his own that occasionally gives him *significantly* more teeth than a wolf should have, Kael has eleven days to gather allies, steal an ancient relic, and walk back into the one room he was never supposed to enter again during the one night every enemy he has is gathered under one roof.

Funny, fierce, and full of twists that bite back, *Throne of Fangs* asks: what do you do when getting your crown back is the *easy* part?