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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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
“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
“So,” Wren said, sitting down at the lunch table proudly, “I am now an honorary member of Twin-Hooves.” “That’s great!” I said with a smile. “How did you manage it?” Valerie asked, frowning deeply. Wren shrugged. “I did some errands … 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
Two days later, the girl arrived. I was in the library, working on memorizing the exploits of Oisín. Moon-Singer entered and held open the door; in walked an American Indian girl with long, dark hair in twin braids. Her clothes … Continue reading
The best lesson I had that day was when Moon-Singer brought me to a small cabin lined with books. There was a row of computers on a long table in the center of the cabin, and the only light came … Continue reading