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I am many things, but a supernatural being is not one of them. At least not until a crescent mark appears on my wrist and everything changes. I’ve been marked by a wolf goddess, yet no one knows what that means, myself included.

Ten years ago, one bad choice lost me my pack. Since then, I’ve been a rogue wolf, and I’m content to stay that way until the Moon Goddess shows up and tells me to find my mate.

I am many things, but a supernatural being is not one of them. At least until a crescent mark appears on my wrist and everything changes. I’ve been marked by a wolf goddess, yet no one knows what that means, myself included. On top of that, I find out my best friend is a werewolf and her pack alpha is my supposed mate.

All my life Id been nothing more than the alphas daughter. After twenty-two years of that existence, I finally leave my pack, intent to figure out who I am. Except a week into my newfound freedom, I discover that dragon shifters exist. Not only that, but the first one I stumble upon turns out to be my mate. One I don't want and never asked for. Its not like Cillian is bad on the eyes or that I'm repulsed by his grumpy demeanor. In fact, everything about him is rather appealing. He just wasn't part of the plan.

Facing fate just might be a death sentence. Cait: With a deadline set by the Supernatural Council, I have less than a month to figure out how to remain out of their grasp. Being their magical slave isn’t part of my plan. As the clock keeps ticking, I focus on Roman and the growing bond between us. No matter what happens, I know that as long as we stay together, everything else will find a way to work itself out...that is if nobody tries to claim what’s mine.

Andie. Receiving my aunt’s magic wasn’t the saving grace I hoped it would be. In fact, it was the start of a downward spiral none of us saw coming. With my energy acting out, my bond to Foster, and interest from unwelcome parties, I’m not sure how much longer I can shoulder the pressure. Foster. I thought I knew what obstacles stood in the way of finding peace with Andie, but with every step forward, we’re forced three more back. Desire fuels my perseverance. Desire to keep Andie safe, to officially make her mine, to make sure no one else has to die on her watch.

Accepting fate is the only way forward. I thought I knew what I needed, but all it took was one kidnapping and a near-death experience to show me how wrong I’d been. Wrong about my new life, the people in it, and who I was supposed to be. I’m finally the supernatural I was meant to be - even if things hadn’t gone as planned. Now, it’s time to release my control and see what happens when I let go.

It’s not every day you find out you’re a witch mated to a wolf. To be fair, I was already beginning to question if magic might be real. I know, it sounds crazy—but what other explanation is there for this strange glowing light coming from my hands? When a couple of witches attack me, I’m thrust into a life that was stolen. Erased. Turns out there’s a lot more than magic that’s been waiting for me. All I have to do is take the chance and embrace it. But can I give up everything I am for a coven and soulmate I never knew existed?

All my life I’d been nothing more than the alpha’s daughter. After twenty-two years of that existence, I finally leave my pack, intent to figure out who I am. Except a week into my newfound freedom, I discover that dragon shifters exist. Not only that, but the first one I stumble upon turns out to be my mate. One I don’t want and never asked for. It’s not like Cillian is bad on the eyes or that I’m repulsed by his grumpy demeanor. In fact, everything about him is rather…appealing. He just wasn’t part of the plan.

When I find my way back to Andie, she’s not the same mate I left behind. Her guilt controls her actions, but I refuse to let her drown in the remorse. She’s mine, and I won’t let anything—even herself—tear us apart again.

For the last seven years, I’d been certain of my purpose and what I desired most in this world. At least, I was until Maciah West inserted himself into my life, telling me I’m the one thing I hate most in this world: a vampire. As crazy as I find his revelation, I decide it’s better to indulge this particularly sexy vampire. All while trying to deny the way he makes me feel and the words he insists are true. It isn’t until my past finds its way back into the present that I begin to realize I no longer have a choice in believing Maciah.

I thought when I buried Thane—literally—that the worst of my problems were over, but a decade later, and he’s still haunting me. When his father decides to finally seek retribution for his son’s death, I’m back on the run. Worse, my pack can’t protect me. Only I can take care of myself. At least that’s what I tell myself until I meet another wolf shifter. One possibly as stubborn as I’ve become.

I risked everything to keep my best friend alive and now…I’ve not only lost my fated mate, but I’ve willingly become a prisoner. Shrouded in darkness and isolated from the world, I have all the time to consider my next moves. Yet, there are only two things I can focus on… Getting back to Cillian and making sure that at some point soon, Knox ceases to exist. Whether that’s by my hand or someone’s else’s, I don’t care. It just needs to be done.

Trusting family should be easy, but with an entire realm at risk of destruction, the task isn’t that simple. We only have days to find the solution we need to end Knox once and for all. And when the path leads us back to Earth, we have no idea what to expect.

A future to accept. An enemy, or two, to stake. I had a plan. One that included avenging my family and slaying as many vampires as I could in the process. Every choice, every step, they all led me closer to my vengeance. Except plans don’t always go the way we want. Especially when I have to accept that - no matter how long I put it off - I’m going to become the very thing I hate most in this world: A vampire. Though, as I find myself falling for Maciah, I realize that maybe my heritage isn’t the death sentence I first assumed.