Just when I think I’ve found my footing as a druid apprentice, the fae courts stop watching from a distance—and start circling.
Someone powerful has taken an interest in me.
That’s not a compliment.
An assassin is moving through the supernatural underground, and every whisper points back to one
Mine.
Colin says this is what power attracts—attention, ambition, enemies.
Agent Lucas Caruso calls it a threat assessment.
I call it a problem.
Because whoever wants me dead isn’t acting alone. Something older is shifting behind the scenes. Something tied to factions that don’t forgive and don’t forget.
And when a new alpha with too much charm and too many teeth steps into the picture, lines start to blur in ways I can’t afford.
If I can’t weather the storm gathering around me, I won’t just lose control of my magic.
I’ll become the spark that sets off a supernatural war.