![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() As generals and politicians face off with the Gray Lords of the fae, a storm is coming and her name is Death.īut we are pack, and we have given our word. The reality is that nothing and no one is safe. Instead, our home was viewed as neutral ground, a place where humans would feel safe to come and treat with the fae. It should have only involved hunting down killer goblins, zombie goats, and an occasional troll. It seemed like the thing to do at the time. My name is Mercedes Athena Thompson Hauptman, and I am a car mechanic.Īnd the mate of the Alpha of the Columbia Basin werewolf pack.Įven so, none of that would have gotten me into trouble if, a few months ago, I hadn’t stood upon a bridge and taken responsibility for the safety of the citizens who lived in our territory. Because holy zombies and witches and fae Batman! Give me a moment while I still come to terms with what just happened in this book. ![]()
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