Part of Series
Finally, the pack of four find themselves a home. A run down ghost house as worn as they are. But it is a place to call home, somewhere to lay roots. Somewhere to be a pack. Registering a werewolf pack made up of a berserker, a witch doctor, a necromancer and a seer doesn't go down well with the werewolf council, calling Voodoo and Hunter away from home to explain the situation. The saying goes 'while the cats are away, the mice will play' but no one knows what happens when the dogs start circling. Werewolves, to be precise, Ones who feel a necromancer would be more useful to them than to a werewolf pack of one. No matter how hard Doll tries, people keep making it hard not to kill them. This is the final book in this series and ends on a HEA
Author
Charlotte Brice started writing at the age of thirteen when her handwriting looked like a drunken spider tried to navigate its way across the page. Practicing her handwriting got a lot more interesting when her gran gave her two Rawhide books, and her imagination took over. Charlotte is left-handed and can lick her own nose. She lives in England with her husband, and many animals, four of them human. Attack chickens, confused dragons and moving rocks make up the majority of the menagerie. We can't expect much better from someone who studied fruit flies during her animal science degree and then qualified as a vet. She remembers those days fondly, when putting her arm up a cow's bottom, and socks on emus' heads was her kind of normality. Now her head is filled with tentacles and schizophrenic phoenixes.
