My name is Adam Chessman. I am Chief Enforcer for the Vampire Council. In nearly two hundred fifty years, I've seen just about everything. Until I was proven very, very wrong. The peace treaty between vampires and werewolves is relatively new and extremely fragile. After a werewolf's body turns up in a Texas coastal swamp, drained of blood and with fang marks on its neck, Adam Chessman, the Vampire Council's Chief Enforcer, is dispatched to investigate. The local pack wants Adam dead, in retribution for their loss. The local pack is the least of Adam's worries. With the help of an extremely unusual shapeshifter, Adam is forced to hunt the impossible. It isn't just the peace treaty between paranormal races that's at stake. Ultimately, all of mankind could be destroyed.

There are family photos taken when I was a baby, which show Mom, Dad and me at a big house overlooking the ocean. Mom says we still own the house—it's somewhere in Australia or New Zealand or something, and they rent it out. That's why we never go there. My best friend Mack and I just started our senior year in high school. If I'd known anything about where that year would take us, I might have bumped the renters out of our beach house in Australia and stayed there for the duration. The moment Justin Griffin turns eighteen, his life changes completely. He isn't human. His best friend isn't human. His parents are definitely not who they say they are. What's a guy to do?