Necks, nights, and notoriety. What’s a wolf got to do to catch a break? I’m dating Aric Sutter, for fuck’s sake. I should be on cloud nine, not breaking my back over finding a frustratingly elusive witch who seems to have dropped off the face of the earth. Except I can’t just give up my search. Contrary to what all evidence says, I feel Shelby’s presence in the wind—know it in my gut that she isn’t done with Aric. And I can’t let her go after him again. Not when my every instinct is screaming that everything we’ve seen so far has merely been the surface of a ploy bearing depths I can’t even begin to imagine. So when vampires reeking of magic start popping up dead and the media goes on an Aric-smearing bender based on inside scoops from an unknown source, I’m well aware that shit’s about to blow up. I’m just not convinced we’re ready to brave the oncoming storm.