Spell of the Dreamer

Vengeance is supposed to be sweet, but I’m pretty sure that’s the cupcakes. This vengeance has turned distinctly sour.

I’m still reeling from our last encounter with the Granite Peak Pack, not ready for another, when our urban hosts take us on a border patrol and a new fright makes me wonder if last time also turned me into a chronic coward. Late-night unwinding in the hot tub with my new friends and lovers should be just the ticket, except … what was in that rice treat Malachi gave us?

Now it’s Monday, Moon’s holy night for the wolves. Finally, Luke has a plan for us. It’s time to fight back. I’m ready, finding magic I didn’t know I had, exceeding what I’m supposed to claim as a shaman or a shifter, taking a stand against a monster and my own grief. Until everything goes wrong—again.

I never imagined the River Pack’s silver would be called in, or I’d have to face my fears in quite so huge and public a fashion as this. I never thought Timothy would throw me under the bus or Malachi would be in my corner. And Smoke? What is he really thinking? But wait, just when I’m hunting along a clear trail, another surprise awaits and one night to remember turns into a whole string of nights I’ll never forget—some too cold, some too hot.