I thought I’d get a break. Maybe catch some R&R.

Boy, was I wrong.

My best friend is still MIA.

My foe turned friend-Inarus-is safe, maybe. Though he’s anything but sound.

And now Melody, my Harpy gal pal-is missing, leaving behind a trail of blood like some macabre Hansel and Gretel.

I’m still trying to figure out how to balance being a mercenary, and the mate of the Alpha of Pacific Northwest Pack, and the cherry on the flipping sundae that is my life, is a string of attacks against the Pack’s Clan houses.

Something is off about these attacks.

The assailants are hopped up on Harpy blood.

And I don’t know about you, but I don’t believe in coincidences. Someone kidnapped Melody and they’re using her to go after the Pack.

I’ll give you three guesses who it is, but you’ll only need one.

The HAC is behind everything, and my mother is behind them. It’s the fight I always knew was coming, but this time only one of us will survive.