There's a werewolf in my room. And two in my kitchen. Another one in my living room. And he's got his shifter daughter with him. There's two more on the way over for lunch. And I have a headache. On the surface, everything has been just fine for the past few months. The clinic, destroyed by arson over the summer, is back open. There's a fragile peace between the shifter and were groups in our area.
The Council has created a task force to track down Garrow and bring him back into their custody before he can find a safe harbor for his cult of personality. And best of all, I got married to Ethan Stone, the love of my life and the werewolf that's currently in my bedroom. Underneath that brittle surface, though? It's layers of chaos and lies smothered in a special sauce of low-key, constant fear.
The clinic is hanging on by a thread. That fragile peace? More brittle than the candy my friend Reba started selling at the farmer's market. That task force? All signs point to the Council wanting Garrow not to contain him but to guide him, to keep him as a pet. I'm tired of all of it--the lies, living in constant, low-key fear, the knowledge that the person who made me what I am is out there still, has killed countless others trying to make more like me.
And no matter what Ethan thinks, the Council isn't going to put a stop to him. So I will. Even if it kills me.
There's a werewolf in my room. And two in my kitchen. Another one in my living room. And he's got his shifter daughter with him. There's two more on the way over for lunch. And I have a headache. On the surface, everything has been just fine for the past few months. The clinic, destroyed by arson over the summer, is back open. There's a fragile peace between the shifter and were groups in our area.
The Council has created a task force to track down Garrow and bring him back into their custody before he can find a safe harbor for his cult of personality. And best of all, I got married to Ethan Stone, the love of my life and the werewolf that's currently in my bedroom. Underneath that brittle surface, though? It's layers of chaos and lies smothered in a special sauce of low-key, constant fear.
The clinic is hanging on by a thread. That fragile peace? More brittle than the candy my friend Reba started selling at the farmer's market. That task force? All signs point to the Council wanting Garrow not to contain him but to guide him, to keep him as a pet. I'm tired of all of it--the lies, living in constant, low-key fear, the knowledge that the person who made me what I am is out there still, has killed countless others trying to make more like me.
And no matter what Ethan thinks, the Council isn't going to put a stop to him. So I will. Even if it kills me.
