Hybrid Shifter. Assassin. Outcast.

This assignment might change her future…

Like others in the League, I was designed to be a hollow killing machine. Taught to have no feelings, no desires, no dreams of my own.

That part was easy when you were a loner. I did not need friends. I just wanted to survive.

Unlike the rest, I was classified as a mistake.

Created in the Lab by a foolish scientist who’d been killed for his failure on the day I first Shifted into the hybrid monster he’d given me, I was a living, breathing error. The Director and Avalonia never failed to remind me of my shortcomings, as did everyone else in the Assassin compound in the realm of Icarus.

ERR394N was my designation. I had no name. Nothing personal to humanize me to my handlers. I was a weapon, and I was good at my job, obeying orders, and taking lives.

I learned early to hone my skills. Hacking difficult systems, burning through firewalls, and uncovering secrets were only parts of my talents. I was an expert marksman, too. What could I say? For a Shifter, I liked guns.

But even my prowess could not save me from drawing the jobs no one else wanted. My latest assignment was supposed to be easy.

Go to Earth. End the target.

Only everything went sideways the moment I saw him. He was the one person who was not supposed to exist—my fated mate.

Both our lives were now in danger. Unless I could stop it.