There are very few days off when youβre on an epic quest. Believe me, I know. Iβm Hedi Peacockβone half Fae, the other wereβand if being a half-breed with one foot in each world isnβt tough enough to manage, there are the four chambers of my heart to consider. The one who holds the strings? Robson Trowbridge, the Alpha of Creemore. If I had my way, he and I would be locked in a bedroom, for eternity, but a pressing family matter needs my attention. Itβs true what they say: A womanβs work is never done.
WHEN YOU CAN HOWL AT THE MOON?
My twin brother is being held captive by the Old Mage in another realm. Lo and behold, as soon as Trowbridge and I arrive in Merenwyn, weβre separated in spectacular, dramatic fashionβand Iβm left to figure out how to maintain the fragile balance between my Fae magic and my wolfβs blood in a realm that cries to both. Not easy, particularly when I'm keeping an iron-grip on my temper so as not to dispatch with extreme prejudice the odd wizard or smart-mouthed mutt servant who crosses my path. My mama never told me thereβd be days like these, but Iβm not going down without a fightβ¦or my mate.
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