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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It looked like I had to give up my quest to find out the truth about my father’s death, at least for the time being. Even though I couldn’t really give myself a reason why it mattered if he died … Continue reading
That night, me and my mom ate dinner with Moon-Singer’s family. I don’t know if he was worried I would be shaken after what had happened, but I saw it as an opportunity to ask about what had been on … Continue reading
Moon-Singer led the way into the woods by the road. He stopped every once in awhile and sniffed the air. As a wolf, the forest was full of smells from everyone who had passed by, but there was distinctive stench … Continue reading
Two weeks passed before Moon-Singer was finally ready to confront Ghost. In that time, I had been fervently training, hoping that my practice combined with the protection of my father would guarantee that I would come out of the encounter … 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
“Silver-Singer,” Avise said, opening the door and motioning me inside Moon-Singer’s cabin. “What’s up?” “I need to talk to your dad,” I said. “He around?” “He’s in a meeting with Clever-Hooves,” she replied. “But he should be home soon. You … Continue reading
When we got back to Twin-hooves, it was late, and I was bone tired. I was surprised that Wren came with us; I would have expected her to head straight home from Spokane. When we left the van, she took … 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