The story of the Wendall witch is written in blood. Hartford Cove was supposed to be a safe haven. Instead, Rowe discovered a family legacy steeped in magic and wolf shifters. The hallucinations she grew up with weren't tricks of her broken mind. Her toaster is fully functional-thank you very much-and the real world is more wonderful and horrifying than she ever imagined. Too bad, in Rowe's life, all good things come to an end. A single act of violence sends Tris and her fleeing, afraid for their lives. But one door closing allows another door to open, and while in hiding, long-held feelings ignite, giving Rowe a second chance at happiness. Running can't last forever, though. The darkness Rowe tried to escape finally catches up, and she finds herself isolated and tortured, her mind pushed to the breaking point. When help arrives, it comes from an unexpected source. The huntsmen are the boogeymen of the wolf shifters, but are they the villains she's been led to believe? Or is there more than one side to the story of their ancient feud? It seems that Rowe can't escape her part in this twisted tale. Centuries ago, it began with death. Will the next lines of the story be written with Rowe's blood?