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I thought watching my Werewolf boyfriend get arrested for murder was the worst experience of my life. But then I was knocked out and dragged off to a cell of my own by the very people who were supposed to protect me from danger. I thought being held prisoner in solitary confinement for weeks on end was the worst experience of my life. But then a visitor came, and I realized I'd been wrong all along. There are worse things than torture and death. Much worse. He wants my blood. More than that, he wants to get into my head.

Sam has regained her memory and with it, the Knowing. There is powerful magic inside her, and it is more than enough to heal the sick werewolves. If only she could figure out how to use it. Alex Channing knows Sam is the only one who can heal him. But he knows better than anyone: magic always comes with a price. And he refuses to let Sam get hurt because of him. He'd rather die than cause her pain. With Alex's days numbered and more and more feral werewolves being drawn to Sam, she must learn to wield what's inside her and claim her inheritance before it's too late....

Whisper Grant, a descendant from a line of Cherokee warriors, is scarred and broken by the death of her parents. An only child, she is unable to pull herself from her grief. She drops out of senior year, withdraws from her friends, and spends all of her time caring for her rescue animals at the Grant family farm in the mountains of Colorado. After five months at a grief counseling center, she reluctantly returns to her old life.

I killed a girl last night. I did it with my bare hands and an old piece of pipe I found lying next to the dumpster. But that's not the part that got me. The part that scared me, the part I can't seem to wrap my head around and still has me reeling, was that when she charged me, her body shifted; and then she was a wolf - all snapping teeth and extended claws. But by the time I stood over her lifeless body, she was a girl again. That's about the time I went into shock. And that was the moment he showed up.

Sam's angry and lost. Her destiny was to heal, but so far, all she's done is hurt herself and others. When Alex chooses another woman's healing over hers, Sam's doubts and fears become the very thing that separates her from her true potential. Despite Sam's broken heart, she is determined to make her magic work, no matter the cost. No price can be higher than the one she paid watching Alex walk away.  Sam will do whatever it takes. And she'll never stop trying to change Alex's mind - and his heart. But Alex has his orders, and he doesn't care who they affect. 

Alex Channing has only one enemy in this world: werewolves. Born and raised to fight in the supernatural military, he has become an expert at hunting and killing rabid werewolves. But when Alex is bitten and infected, he finds himself racing against a ticking clock for his own survival. Alex's search for a cure leads him to an oracle in a seaside town in California. And she gives him the reading of a lifetime. The key to his cure is a girl who forgets things, cries spontaneously, and might just be insane.

Hybrids. If I had to choose one word to sum up all of my problems, this would be it. Without hybrids, I wouldn't have to watch my best friend slowly becoming a monster. Without hybrids, I could let go of the mentality of hunt or be hunted. CHAS wouldn't be scouring the Earth, intent on slaughtering and using Alex to do it. Without hybrids, I wouldn't have to be on guard that losing my temper meant losing my shape. There would be no monster inside me, struggling to get out.

Somewhere on another astral plane, a lover's quarrel between gods, millennia old, has come full circle. Ea, a dark and ancient god and the father of the first werewolf, is hell-bent on destroying his supernatural offspring. He'll use anyone and everyone he can to get it done even from beyond the physical. For now, his vessel is the evil and mysterious Indra, a witch whose powers only slightly outweigh her penchant for hitting on the help.  

Forty-six. That's how many hybrids survived the Hunter attack in the woods after I revived them with an injection of my blood. That's how many followed me home to Frederick Falls. And that's how many were now mentally linked to me through a blood bond. Two days. Three valium. Fourteen hours of sleep. That's what it took to realize I wasn't losing my mind as a result of the noise in my own head. Sixteen. That's how many days have passed since I almost killed Alex. That's how many days I've sat by his bedside, waiting for him to wake up.

Wood Point Academy is not at all what I expected. For one thing, it looks like a cross between military school and Buckingham Palace. Everyone stares, the floors shine so bright you can see your reflection in them from a mile away, and no one smiles. Unless they're kicking your butt in the process. At least I've got plenty to take my mind off the fact that my psycho cousin, Miles De'Luca, keeps calling and declaring his love and promising to come for me just as soon as he's destroyed anyone standing in our way.

Puma shifter, Del Santoni, has lived her entire life as the heir to a decades' old feud with the Armsford family - a struggle that ended in the death of her own father years ago. Since then, both sides have done nothing but fight and grapple for social power - and Del's sick of it. She's willing to do anything to end the war - even if it means dethroning her own family. Del begins a secret mission to recover the Maker's Mark. If legend is true, its symbols will reveal the name of the one true ruling family.

The grizzly bear shifters in Timber Falls are bad news. Grizzly shifter, Grayden Larchmont, fends off the demons of his dark and violent past the only way he knows how: by brawling. Sometimes, his bear just needs to hit something. But after recent events have left the town with a bad taste for shifters, the Bad News Bears are supposed to behave. There are two rules: No fights and no mates. The problem is, since he can't have the second, Grayden can't resist the first.

I killed a girl last night. I did it with my bare hands and an old piece of pipe I found lying next to the dumpster. But that's not the part that got me. The part that scared me, the part I can't seem to wrap my head around and still has me reeling, was that when she charged me, her body shifted - and then she was a wolf. All snapping teeth and extended claws.