One girl will change the supernatural world forever. When she’s fatally stabbed during a botched robbery, Ava’s life changes. She wakes to miraculously healed wounds, heightened senses, and a startling truth: She’s a werewolf. But things are not as they seem. Soon, Ava’s strength wanes and the only thing that can revive her is the one thing she shouldn’t need: human blood. She is a hybrid, an abomination that shouldn’t exist.
It’s Christmas time at Croakies. The tree is up. The stockings are hung. And Christmas tunes are turning the atmosphere jolly. After a tumultuous Samhain, I’ve found my chi again and I’m starting to enjoy the season of love and giving. Yeah. You probably know how this is going to end. When Sebille suggests I open the bookstore up to a small holiday party, I foolishly agree. How was I supposed to know that the hobgoblin would decide it would be fun to hide everybody’s stuff? Or that we’d be hit with a freak winter storm that confined everybody inside for the duration. Or that a “You’re me but who am I?” spell would be released inside the shop, switching everybody’s identities and creating general chaos and hysteria?