Darrian’s dreams were his only escape. Being the blood slave to a clan of vampires wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind for his life. Not that he had a choice in the matter. He was bonded to the master. Nothing he could do to break that bond, short of someone vanquishing the blood-sucker and there was slim chance of that. Master Broman was cautious, and strong. No one got close to him. He didn’t feed off of Darrian, preferring to hunt for his meals. No, the rest of the clan used Darrian for his blood. Darrian was just thankful that the vampires considered it a filthy and disgusting habit to do more than feed from him. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if they found his body to be as enticing as his blood. Of course, he wouldn’t mind it so much from one certain vampire…Easton. He’d let that vamp do whatever he wanted. But as the heir apparent to Master Broman, Easton didn’t feed from him either. Darrian was considered tainted, only good enough for the lower class. It was probably for the best since Easton was arrogant and cruel. Darrian’s entire life changed the day the clan was attacked and the impossible happened. Broman was gone, and Darrian was free. Or so he thought. But, as the old, archaic human saying went, “from the frying pan, into the fire”. For Darrian found himself in the middle of another clan…one that was very different than the one he’d been freed from. And the master…Kylor…was beyond anything Darrian had ever seen before. The only problem? They failed to kill Easton…and it seemed he didn’t like Darrian belonging to another clan.

Lead kedge, Dair, was annoyed with his alpha, Kylor. The alpha master dyad was arrogant and refused to listen to Dair, humiliating him in front of the whole clan. Well, Dair did what he wanted, and ended up in a predicament he never saw coming. He also never expected to run into one of his mates. A tiny were spirit, Kymone was everything Dair wanted in a mate, and with the added bonus of finally bringing out the strength in Dair’s own weak were spirit. But things didn’t go as planned, and Kymone was taken away by Kylor himself before Dair could claim his mate. Alone and hurting, Dair’s anger grew until he couldn’t take it anymore and he left the clan. Risking his life at every turn to relieve the guilt, anguish and depression that overtook him, he lost the will to live. Between his past and his present, his future looked bleak, until Kylor called him home to save the mate that was destined for him by the fates.

Samuel had finally gotten away from Master Dumas, but his mother’s abandonment hurt, not to mention the pain of starvation he would endure. Plus, Master Dumas was searching for him, bent on mating Samuel and keeping him under his control. Taking a human trucker up on a ride wasn’t Samuel’s smartest decision, but being young and small, he wasn’t sure what else he could do. And the human—Tayen—was as sexy as hell, and drew Samuel in like a moth to flame. Tay took Samuel to his family’s home, their time together resulting in Samuel falling for the big human. But, Myron, Tay’s brother-in-law and a master vampire wouldn’t allow Samuel to remain in their home, too worried for his pregnant mate, Sarah, Tay’s sister. Samuel wouldn’t stay where he wasn’t wanted, and felt guilty for putting Tay in such a situation. But before he could leave, tragedy struck, they were attacked, and Master Dumas once more had his hands on Samuel. The remorse and anguish Samuel felt at the death of Tay and his family ate at him like acid. He didn’t care whether Master Dumas mated him now. He deserved the pain and degradation he was sure to be subjected to. But to his surprise, another clan destroyed Master Dumas’s clan, and Samuel found himself free, even if the mate bond still pulsed within his mind, weak as it was. His shock only increased when he was accepted into that clan, and was told they weren’t vampires at all, but dyads. But still the mating bond held him captive, even being bonded to Kylor, the alpha master of the dyad clan. It took time until Samuel was able to ignore the mating bond that tied him to a dead vampire, and the guilt that continued to eat away at him over the deaths he’d caused would never go away. Only Kylor knew of Samuel’s humiliation, and knew nothing of Tay and Samuel hoped it stayed that way, even as he began his new life without his mate.

Emmerick hated vampires with everything in him, and with good reason. When he’d been taken in by Kylor’s clan, he almost left because there were a vampire in it. But Emmerick needed to stay with the only dyad clan he knew about, a dream his father never realized. When another vampire joined, Emmerick ignored him, until Bladen hit on him. Angry at the presumption, Emmerick had been cruel and vicious to the little pyrina. Then, he was ordered to protect both Bladen and Samuel on an expedition to town, along with Jytis, a young were spirit Emmerick could never get off his mind. Worried about drawing attention, Emmerick wasn’t prepared for the chaos that happened. Kidnapped by a rival vampire clan, it was up to him to save not only himself, but the two vampires and Jytis. Before he could come up with a plan, he was stunned at the help that came from a shocking direction. It seemed some of the vampires of this clan were not happy with their master. But Emmerick couldn’t trust them, even if he was inexplicably drawn to two of them. Thanks to his violent past and distaste for vampires, when he realized they were his mates, he wasn’t sure he could make the choice to claim them. And what of his attraction to Jytis?

Jathyn grew up the son of a master vampire, or so he thought. When the master grew ill, his mother revealed an astonishing truth…Jathyn was a dyad, and the master was not his father. Feeling angry, and betrayed, Jathyn couldn’t muster any regrets when the master died, his mother following into death. The clan dispersed, and left him behind. Young, and naive, Jathyn spent years searching for more dyads. When he stumbled upon Kylor’s clan, he finally thought he’d found a true home. Then he met his mates, both dyads. Happier than he ever thought he could be, it wasn’t to last. Tragedy struck, leaving Jathyn, and Shanley heartbroken. Grief tore them apart, Shanley helpless to fix their bond. Jathyn knew he was hurting his remaining mate, but he didn’t know what to do bring them together again when he was drowning in sorrow. When Shanley found a second mate, it brought home just what Jathyn could lose if he didn’t bring himself out of his depression.