I thought I had it bad when my enemy was an evil asshole I had no relation to whatsoever. Turns out it gets much worse when your own sister takes his place.
Ever since I found out I was adopted by my werewolf family, I longed to know where I came from, where I belonged. Now that my wolf showed me her memories, and Haworth confirmed who my father was, I want nothing more than to forget.
But suffering from an identity crisis is the least of my worries now that my sister has shown me her true face. Taking over in Haworth's stead after she killed him, she's determined to figure out how to perform a very powerful possession spell, and I just happen to be the perfect candidate. Needless to say it sucks to be framed by your own sister, but I have a feeling worse things are coming.
The past is still not done with me. The future seems to want nothing to do with me. Everyone around me is falling apart one way or the other because of me, and my time to fix things is running out. But with the help of new found allies and old friends, I'm stronger than ever. I might be destined for failure, but one thing is for sure: I will not stop.
