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An ancient war, a tenuous truce, a delicate balance. Sounds ominous right? It is. The tri-pack collective has existed for centuries—three dire wolf packs bound to the most powerful coven in the world through a single witch born under the thirteenth sign of the zodiac. Through this covenant they keep an ancient threat unlike any other at bay. At the next blood moon, I'll be that witch-bound to the three leaders of the dire wolf packs. Responsible for keeping the peace. That is if I make it to the blood moon alive, because someone is trying to kill me.

They say fire rained from the sky for seven days signaling the arrival of the monsters. They say humanity fought hard to beat them. They say the celestials saved us. They say a lot of things. Me? I deal in the present. In scouting for useful things and keeping my team alive outside the protective walls of our base. I might not have a fancy monster-killing blade like the Sweepers do, but I've avoided getting my face eaten off so far, so I call that a win. But when my base is taken by monsters, my scout skills are the only thing standing between imminent demise and survival.

Your dead are our business. Got a loved one who’s passed? Want to ask your dead aunt where she hid that elusive will? Head over to Necro city and look no further than Soul Savers Inc. One day the world was normal, and the next, it was filled with ghosts. And then the reapers came. Blood-sucking hot dudes with wings and wicked scythes. They took control, and now we have a system. Now we have Necro city, the hub of all things untethered.

No one said being bound to three dire wolf shifters and a possessive malevolent spirit was going to be easy. Fighting all the emotions that come with the connections is even harder. Thank goodness for my spot on the Elites team. Setting my focus on honing my powers and building my stamina by running with the wolves takes my mind off the fact that there are three original vampires out there somewhere, gagging for a taste of my blood. I can't worry about them right now.

There's an arctic chill on the horizon, and I'm headed straight into it. My friends are missing, and the Sons of Adam may be responsible. It's an obvious trap to snare me. Still, sitting back and allowing others to take the lead is the hardest decision of all. I'm a woman of action, and waiting isn't my strong suit. But knowing Jasper and Conah are on the case helps. It's the smart choice, right? But when my connection to Jasper suddenly dies, waiting around is no longer an option.

Lilith’s invitation to the Underealm has thrown us for a loop. Impossible to hide from danger if danger has ordered an audience. It’ll be the wedding of the century, an alliance bringing peace to the Underealm, but if Lilith recognises who I am, it could be the end of me. Thank goodness for Cora and her plan - smoke and mirrors and deception.

For Carmella Hunter, a witch blood with practically no magick, being surrounded by powerful friends has taken its toll. For once it would be nice to be the one doing the saving. Stuck in a dead-end job in Piccadilly's favorite bakery, Carmella spends her days making cinnamon rolls and her evenings feeding the homeless, all the while dreaming of making a difference. One huge pastry order for the Covens annual meet and an attack of flu germs leaves Carmella delirious with a fever - too delirious to avoid a fateful bargain with a djinn named Paimon.

Death's grip is strong, but my will is stronger. Revelations, loss, and chaos loom. But like always, I'm not about to let any of that keep me down. I'm a woman of action who believes in solutions, except the losses that challenge me now may not have quick fixes. I'll have to give up more to regain what is lost. Make new promises to keep the people I love. And when it's all said and done, even that may not be enough. The storm that's been brewing is hurtling toward us, and this time I'm not sure there is a tether that can keep us grounded.

I honestly thought things couldn't get any worse. I was wrong. Now I'm forced to defend my enemy to protect what's dearest to me. Forced to trust the very thing I've been fighting against. I can't do this alone, and if I play my cards right I won't have to. Everything has led to this. All the threads are coming together, and the pieces of the puzzle are slotting into place. Question is, where do I really fit in?

I’ve made it my mission to be useful to my pack. As pack enforcer, I’m fast and strong, but when the time comes to bond with my mate, it isn’t enough. Rejection means lone wolf status and isolation from the pack. But when a package arrives with an unexpected inheritance, the pack that wants to shun me suddenly has a new use for me. Turns out, I’m the proud owner of a house in mysterious territory, rumored to be home to a pack of beautifully twisted shifters. Hawthorne Cove is impregnable to Lycans, but not to a half-human like me.

Everything I thought I knew about my world has been shattered. The only constant are the four Monsters keeping me and my people safe. My only comfort in my grief is Bastian, the last of my team. And our only certainty is that we need to find the pieces of the relic and put it back together. As Shem and I work together, I find myself dropping my guard around him. He's lethal, single-minded, and unyielding, and he's the only one that can help me put my world back to rights. But the road won't be easy, and trust comes at a cost.

We're no longer in the demon realm and clicking my heels together won't get us home. One powerful thought somehow transported us away from a river of lava and into a land of icy winds and devastation. One powerful thought saved our lives. But a celebration is on hold while we focus on survival because there is no escape. Not unless the princes come for us. The trials are over. A monarch must be chosen. But if the princes don't find us soon, there'll be no one left to choose from.

I thought I could save Ezekiel, but I was wrong. It isn't me he needs. Ariella, the woman gifted to him by the House of Spirit, is the key to breaking his curse. I need to step aside to allow the mystical forces that bind them to get to work. It's time to leave Branwood Castle for good. As I dive back into my role as head of Chapter and my work on the missing people case, my friendship with Kaster Black begins to bloom into something more. And just when I believe that I'm healing from losing my place at Ezekiel's side, I'm proven wrong.

Death couldn't claim me, but I didn't escape it's clutches unscathed. The world feels different now, but the threat Loviator poses stays the same. Dracul is under siege, and the humans have no clue what's waiting in the wings. Loviator is free of the curse terms that bound her, but still tethered to her prison, sending her minions to wreak havoc on the supernatural population of Dracul. And while we battle, she grows stronger with each passing hour. We're on a clock to find a way to lock her down for good, but the odds are against us.

My life began on an Isle I didn't know existed, and now my family want me back. Not out of any familial yearning, but because of a mystical contract that involves marriage, procreation, and the fate of their Isle. They've put a bounty on my head, and my friends are in danger because of it. I'll have to act fast, think smart, and use all my resources to save my friends and extricate myself from this unwanted obligation, because there is no way I'm leaving Dracul. No way I'm leaving my friends and my guys. No way that I'm abandoning Ezekiel.

If someone had told me that I'd find a haven among monsters, I'd have laughed in their face. But I've learned to expect the unexpected. Now, with the world's fate hanging in the balance, it's time to take a leap of faith. Faith in myself. It means leaving Shem, the watchers, and Bastian behind. It means walking into Michael's arms and trusting that he'll keep me alive long enough for me to complete my mission. Because the third relic piece is hidden in the enemy camp, and I'm the only one who can get to it.

The showdown at Deadside changed everything. It’ll take us going in separate directions to stop the catastrophes that hover on the horizon. But there’s no anticipating the extra threat lying in wait. It’s been there all along. Invisible. Waiting. And it’s about to pounce.

Actions have consequences, and my actions are about to kick me in the teeth. I’m still reeling from the unthinkable. Lucas is gone. It’s all my fault and if the dominus can’t find evidence that my actions were under duress then the consequences will be lethal. Sanctuary lies with Grayson and his pack, but I’m a rare commodity - a female loup in a world where females are rare - and the other packs aren’t going to back off without a fight. Even if I escape the executioner’s noose, the loup world isn’t about to let me go so easily.

A Reaper who doesn’t reap is like a custard donut without the custard. Pointless. Between getting my ass kicked by Azazel in the training room, avoiding Conah, and verbally sparing with Mal, I’m beginning to get a feel for what it means to be a Dominus Reaper. The guys might not think I’m ready to get out and do my job, but I have a team of reapers relying on me, and I’m not about to let them down. Leadership? No problem. Teamwork? Bring it. It’s time to jump into the fray.

Sunshine, rainbows and unicorns? Yeah something's gotta give. Kick her while she’s down seems to be the motto when it comes to my life. But this time I’m clawing back. Hard. After the uncertainty and the heartache, I deserve a reprieve, and I’m damn well going to get it. My own personal happy ever after. But what they don’t tell you in the fairy tales is that happily ever after comes with a price. In my case, it’ll likely be one that kicks me in the teeth. Sometimes I bloody hate it when I’m right!