I may have been born in the Quarter, but I refuse to die here. I live in the Quarter, the societal cage where all of Cremorne’s paranormals have been locked up, but I’m neither vampire, werewolf nor witch. I’m the lowest of the low, doomed to be one of two things: junkie or vampire’s pet. Desperate to escape, I’ll do whatever it takes to get out, to get all of us out, even if that means shaking my country and the gods themselves to the core to restore the balance. I’m collecting allies so I can start a revolution and finding power my kind would never dream of, but this game has been in play for a lot longer than I’ve been breathing and there’s a chance I’m just another pawn. That’s OK, because I am determined to win.

I’ve got the powers of a goddess and I’m not afraid to use them. Being the avatar of Lyra should have made my life easier. Instead, it painted a target on my back. Thrust into a werewolf camp, I was forced to run in a brutal ritual, for the gods themselves to decide who my mate should be. Never one to take things lying down, I refused to let that decision be made for me. But my troubles didn’t end there. Hesse has set aside his casual brutalisation of the captive anomalous population. His focus has become far more personal when he realized exactly who has been stripping him of his assets. It wasn’t blood banks or wolves he wanted. It was me. Now, to stay out of his clutches, I must face my greatest fear and learn... to trust. Only with the help of allies do I hold any hope of defeating Hesse. Will it be enough to free our people? Or are we doomed to crumble beneath his tyrannical reign?