Victoria Brigham

My name is Victoria Brigham, and I'm a wolf-without the were. When I ran from home, I did it to protect my family from myself. I am not to be trusted. There's a creature living inside me that I cannot control. I was doing the world a favor by hiding, and doing what I did best: finding missing animals. But when my father shows up at my door and asks me to find my missing sister, I'm unable to say no because it's my sister, and my wolf's interested. And my wolf always gets her way. Except, when she's interested, people end up dead, too. I should have packed my bags and run away to the edges of the world that same night, but I stayed. And I searched. And I found much more than I bargained for. As if the wolf controlling me wasn't enough, a new set of powers is awakening inside of me, battling for dominance. The world had never really intended to leave me be, like I'd thought for five long years. Instead, it's throwing everything at me like it wants to find out just what my body and mind is capable of handling. Contains mature themes.

When you stand for something in life, you're bound to make some enemies. It's just my luck that my enemy turned out to be a really evil asshole with very powerful magic. Hector Haworth is coming after me no matter how hard I keep pretending he isn't. I've got two things he wants badly: a wolf he can possess, and the Reaper String-an enchanted item that can give him access to even more power. Giving up my freedom for the safety of my sister felt like a small price to pay-right until she went and disappeared again. With Red already gone and Amara too angry to even look at me, I felt more alone than ever, backed against the wall with no idea what to do. It didn't help that my wolf fought me at every turn, like we were sworn enemies and we had been so since birth. But somewhere along the way, she lets me see into her memories, lets me know where she came from. Controlling her isn't an option, but we both know that if we don't learn to play nice together, neither of us is going to survive for long. Sacrifices must be made to bring down Haworth. But will we like what comes after? Only one way to find out. Contains mature themes.

I thought I had it bad when my enemy was an evil asshole I had no relation to whatsoever. Turns out it gets much worse when your own sister takes his place. Ever since I found out I was adopted by my werewolf family, I longed to know where I came from, where I belonged. Now that my wolf showed me her memories, and Haworth confirmed who my father was, I want nothing more than to forget. But suffering from an identity crisis is the least of my worries now that my sister has shown me her true face. Taking over in Haworth's stead after she killed him, she's determined to figure out how to perform a very powerful possession spell, and I just happen to be the perfect candidate. Needless to say it sucks to be framed by your own sister, but I have a feeling worse things are coming. The past is still not done with me. The future seems to want nothing to do with me. Everyone around me is falling apart one way or the other because of me, and my time to fix things is running out. But with the help of new found allies and old friends, I'm stronger than ever. I might be destined for failure, but one thing is for sure: I will not stop. Contains mature themes.

I expected to be fulfilled, less confused when all the secrets about who I am come to light. Instead, the revealed truths have left me more devastated than ever. Chasing ghosts of the past and running into a kid who claims to know all about me isn't all that bad, until I have to put my trust in a complete stranger, and make a deal with a fairy. The clock is ticking. It's only a matter of time before people start to figure out who I am and where I come from if I'm not careful, and I'm not exactly known for being careful. The truth is, I can handle anything as long as my father doesn't find out that I survived all those years ago. That I'm alive. If he does, that will really be the end. But that's the thing about endings-they always find us much sooner than we expect them to . . . Contains mature themes.