Brian grew up knowing one thing about his father: that he hated him. Abandoned before he was even born, Brian resents his mother's nostalgic yearning for the man that disappeared from her life.
But what Brian believes he knows is about to be thrown into chaos when he learns that his father's disappearance was caused by his death--a violent one at the hands of an unknown foe. Even more shocking, Brian discovers he's heir to his father's singular legacy--he is a werewolf, born into a tribe of shapeshifters who call upon the powers of ancient heroes. Soon, Brian finds himself drafted into a war he scarcely understands....
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For board games, it was pretty well packed. Just about everyone in the ætt was there, including Moon-Singer. Black-Wind waved to me and pointed to an empty chair beside him. Sitting diagonally across from him was a guy in his … Continue reading
I knew that the business with Shining-Tooth was none of my business. But there are some things that just rouse your curiosity too much to let sleeping dogs lie. “Moon-Singer,” I said as we put away our spears for the … Continue reading
The next day, I immediately realized it wasn’t going to be as easy as I had hoped. The problem was, I only knew a handful of people in the ætt. Most of them were either my own age or one … Continue reading
“A leader of the unseelie fae; he holds power over all of Spokane and Seattle–maybe all of Washington,” Moon-Singer explained. “He’s one of the Sluagh–nasty faeries. Without their glamor, they look like little more than pasty skin stretched over a … Continue reading
“Wait,” I cried in alarm. “Don’t kill her!” In my larger, lupine form, my voice had become a rough, low bellow. He deftly moved my spear aside and held her against me, holding my spear up to her neck. He … Continue reading
“Let me cloak the fact that the door is open,” Wren replied. “That’ll make it harder to notice.” She closed her eyes and pressed her hands on the open door panels. “Change the seeming but not the truth. Real or … Continue reading
“Road-Runner has a minivan,” Black-Wind replied. “She’ll give us a ride.” He pointed to the garage, where a big white van was parked. Sitting in the open hatchback was a girl about our age, her hair cropped short. She wore … Continue reading
“I hate it when he calls us ‘kids,’” Black-Wind muttered. “We’d better go get our weapons,” Crow-Feather said. “Where does this guy live?” I asked. “Spokane, in an apartment,” Black-Wind replied. “Then how are we going to carrying around spears … Continue reading
The only thing left was to receive my name. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I wondered if Oisín and Clever-Hooves would give me a name that I liked, or if I would ever get used to being … Continue reading