An ancient war, a tenuous truce, a delicate balance. Sounds ominous right? It is. The tri-pack collective has existed for centuries—three dire wolf packs bound to the most powerful coven in the world through a single witch born under the thirteenth sign of the zodiac. Through this covenant they keep an ancient threat unlike any other at bay. At the next blood moon, I'll be that witch-bound to the three leaders of the dire wolf packs. Responsible for keeping the peace. That is if I make it to the blood moon alive, because someone is trying to kill me.

Your dead are our business. Got a loved one who’s passed? Want to ask your dead aunt where she hid that elusive will? Head over to Necro city and look no further than Soul Savers Inc. One day the world was normal, and the next, it was filled with ghosts. And then the reapers came. Blood-sucking hot dudes with wings and wicked scythes. They took control, and now we have a system. Now we have Necro city, the hub of all things untethered.

They say fire rained from the sky for seven days signaling the arrival of the monsters. They say humanity fought hard to beat them. They say the celestials saved us. They say a lot of things. Me? I deal in the present. In scouting for useful things and keeping my team alive outside the protective walls of our base. I might not have a fancy monster-killing blade like the Sweepers do, but I've avoided getting my face eaten off so far, so I call that a win. But when my base is taken by monsters, my scout skills are the only thing standing between imminent demise and survival.

Nothing brightens up a Monday like finding out you're the spawn of Satan. The big bad is dead and now Satan's spawn must fight for the Morningstar throne. I'm tossed into the ring, whether I want to be there or not. I'm mostly human, a hunter by trade, and totally outmatched by my half siblings. The chance I'll survive these tests and claim the throne is slim. Then someone starts assassinating my siblings. It's only a matter of time until I'm next.

I’ve made it my mission to be useful to my pack. As pack enforcer, I’m fast and strong, but when the time comes to bond with my mate, it isn’t enough. Rejection means lone wolf status and isolation from the pack. But when a package arrives with an unexpected inheritance, the pack that wants to shun me suddenly has a new use for me. Turns out, I’m the proud owner of a house in mysterious territory, rumored to be home to a pack of beautifully twisted shifters. Hawthorne Cove is impregnable to Lycans, but not to a half-human like me.