Find your Sun, Moon, and Rising. I didn’t think much about the weird dream I had years ago. I mean, I already knew my Sun, Moon, and Rising signs. What the hell was the disembodied voice talking about? Just a bunch of dreamland nonsense my newly awakened astrology magic probably spurred on. That was my truth—until I found myself captivated by a guy who I seriously should not be drawn to. Or thinking about. Or lusting after. I’ve already found my soulmate. But I also can’t deny that the Sagittarius fox shifter who feels like embodied fire and freedom tugs on a damn similar string. Turns out, the weird dream wasn’t a figment of my subconscious mind. It was a channeled message. And the signs I’m supposed to find—they’re men. Soulmates, as in plural, who hold the key to understanding why I was gifted with my unusual magic. It’s ridiculous. What am I supposed to do? Walk up to the guys and say, “Hey, I need you two to play along and share me because the Universe said so? Oh, and apparently, there’s another dude on the way, too, so keep that in mind.” Literally or figuratively, either way I’m fucked.