Oliver Vampires don’t fall in love. At least, that’s what I’ve always believed. How can you fall in love when everything with a beating heart is a potential food source? Yet from the moment I first saw Britta, nothing else mattered. I don’t even care that the news story she writes may destroy me and my brothers. Fighting my instincts to claim her isn’t an option, but getting her to see beyond my monster may be impossible. Britta I came to Scrim Hall to unravel a mystery and write a story that would push my journalism career to the next level. I never believed the stories of monsters living in the woods. I was wrong. Though, this monster has a hold on me that I can’t explain. His bite is magic, but his heart is a drug I can’t resist. Havendoor, New York is a small out-of-the-way town. Surrounded by forest, it’s the perfect place to build a mansion and raise six spirited monsters to be extraordinary beasts. Even though I was born different, generally I believe in law and order. However, by human rules, I shouldn’t have searched for them. I damn sure shouldn’t have taken them. Don’t be too quick to judge me. If you had seen how eager those state institutions and foster homes were to be rid of those little boys, you’d have done the same thing. Monsters, they called them, but they were the monsters. I gave children who were born special a family and an education. I made them a home in Scrim Hall. That was twenty-five years ago. Maybe I kept them too safe, too separate. It’s time I flew the nest so they can do the same. You should know there are vampires, reapers, demons, and people who shift from humans to wolves, phoenixes, and dragons. They’re not like other men, because they are only partially human. You can call them monsters, but they are my children, and they are ready for the world to meet the brothers of Scrim Hall. ~ Wentworth Pettigrew

Finn My brothers and I have a vacation cabin on a large piece of property in the wilderness. I often go there to spread my wings. It’s hard to let my dragon free when people are around, and the beast needs to fly. The last thing I expect is to find a woman passed out in our woods. She’s like a precious jewel and my dragon can’t let her go. Marina I’ve been searching my entire life for proof that I’m not crazy. I was five years old when I saw the dragon flying over my family’s summer rental. He had golden eyes and his soul spoke to me. Then he was gone and no one believed me. They said he was a dream and when I wouldn’t let it go, they put me in therapy. Even I started to believe I was nuts. Now I’m looking into those same eyes and my dragon is a man. Maybe being trapped in a cabin with a beast is a bad idea, or maybe I’m having a breakdown, but when he looks at me, I don’t want to be anywhere else. Havendoor, New York is a small out-of-the-way town. Surrounded by forest, it’s the perfect place to build a mansion and raise six spirited monsters to be extraordinary beasts. Even though I was born different, generally I believe in law and order. However, by human rules, I shouldn’t have searched for them. I damn sure shouldn’t have taken them. Don’t be too quick to judge me. If you had seen how eager those state institutions and foster homes were to be rid of those little boys, you’d have done the same thing. Monsters, they called them, but they were the monsters. I gave children who were born special a family and an education. I made them a home in Scrim Hall. That was twenty-five years ago. Maybe I kept them too safe, too separate. It’s time I flew the nest so they can do the same. You should know there are vampires, reapers, demons, and people who shift from humans to wolves, phoenixes, and dragons. They’re not like other men, because they are only partially human. You can call them monsters, but they are my children, and they are ready for the world to meet the brothers of Scrim Hall. ~ Wentworth Pettigrew

Silas My gardens are my life. I design and create them. When my wolf needs to run, there’s plenty of space around Scrim Hall. The rest of the time, my life is semi-normal. At least it was until my landscape supplier retired and his granddaughter took over the business. I can’t stay away from the fiery goddess. Now that I have her scent, my beast wants more, and I can’t deny the wolf. Lucinda I’ve never met a man as ferocious or as attractive as Silas Dimitri. My brain says run. My heart says he’d catch me—and I’d like it. I’m only supposed to deliver plants to the mysterious mansion in the woods, but arriving at Scrim Hall is like falling into the rabbit hole. However, my wonderland is filled with pleasures beyond the imagination, and I don’t think I want to go home. Brothers of Scrim Hall Havendoor, New York is a small out-of-the-way town. Surrounded by forest, it’s the perfect place to build a mansion and raise six spirited monsters to be extraordinary beasts. Even though I was born different, generally I believe in law and order. However, by human rules, I shouldn’t have searched for them. I damn sure shouldn’t have taken them. Don’t be too quick to judge me. If you had seen how eager those state institutions and foster homes were to be rid of those little boys, you’d have done the same thing. Monsters, they called them, but they were the monsters. I gave children who were born special a family and an education. I made them a home in Scrim Hall. That was twenty-five years ago. Maybe I kept them too safe, too separate. It’s time I flew the nest so they can do the same. You should know there are vampires, reapers, demons, and people who shift from humans to wolves, phoenixes, and dragons. They’re not like other men, because they are only partially human. You can call them monsters, but they are my children, and they are ready for the world to meet the brothers of Scrim Hall. ~ Wentworth Pettigrew