Christmas miracles do happen, even to grumpy vampires. Christmas means two things for Percy - a sad turkey meal he can't eat since he's a vampire, and even sadder memories. He didn't expect this year to be any different, but he hadn't counted on meeting Roan. Roan comes from a big, happy family, and he hates the thought of anyone spending Christmas along. When he bumps into Percy at the grocery store, it's obvious from the contents of Percy's basket that it's exactly what he's going to do. So when Percy loses his wallet, Roan sees it as an opportunity to change that. Percy is surprised when Roan knocks on his door on Christmas day and even more surprised when he realizes why Roan is there. Will he be able to open his heart again? Or will the memories of is past cling to him and make him pass up this new chance at happiness?

When Misha asked to meet his best friend Roan’s new boyfriend, the last thing he expected was for that boyfriend to confess he’s a vampire. Who would blame Misha for not believing him? But he can’t deny the truth when he’s faced with facts, no matter how much he wishes he could. Henri has spent the past ten years chained to a wall in a dungeon. He’s managed to escape, and now he’s running from his boyfriend-turned-captor before Vlad can get his hands on him again. When his best friend—and the vampire who turned him fangy—stashes him at the house of his new boyfriend’s best friend, the last thing Henri expects is to fall for the guy. But Vlad is still out there, and Henri knows that sooner or later, he’s going to try to get to him, and that he’ll probably hurt his friends in the process. Will Misha and Henri be able to work around the unavoidable fact that Henri is a vampire? And even if they do, what’s going to happen when Vlad manages to find Henri?

James is on the run, and as if that isn't enough of a problem, he needs to find a safe place to shift. He's a new werewolf, and he's still not fully in control of his wolf, especially during the full moon. He's never hurt anyone, and he's not about to start, but that means chaining himself to a wall, or in this case, to an old sink. And that means leaving himself vulnerable for the night.Fyfe hates being responsible for the coven, but he doesn't have a choice. He likes escaping in the last hours of the night, when the rest of the city is asleep.Only, it's not asleep tonight.When Fyfe stumbles onto a man beating up a werewolf, he intervenes. The wolf is chained to the wall and vulnerable, and if there's one thing Fyfe doesn't like, it's people taking advantage of the weak. He kills the assailant and helps the wolf as he shifts back to human. The fact that he takes in the wolf has nothing to do with how cute he thinks James is, of course.But James is still on the run, and now, Fyfe has someone to protect. Fyfe isn't easily convinced, though, even when James tells him the conclave is after him. The conclave isn't going to stop, and they both know it. Is James going to have to keep on running from the conclave, or will he and Fyfe find a way to prove him innocent?

Oscar hates his life, but he’s too frightened to do anything about it. The last time he did the right thing—when he freed James, the bitten werewolf accused of killing the pack’s alpha—his father whipped him, and he’s still recovering from that. He knows he won’t be able to go through that again, but when one of the conclave enforcers comes back to ask a few more questions after they arrest James, he knows he can’t keep the truth to himself, no matter how fearful he is of the consequences. Ignatius wasn’t sure his friend Fyfe was right when he called and asked him to make sure James really was guilty of murder, but now that he’s been back with the pack interrogating witnesses again, he knows something is wrong. He gets the proof he needs when Oscar, the new alpha’s son, tells him his father is behind everything. Ignatius is alone, though, so there’s not much he can do. Alpha Becket won’t let Oscar go, but Ignatius won’t leave him behind. He’ll never forgive himself if he does, conclave rules be damned.