The Northern Lights should be a miraculous sight on the night of the Shadow Moon. Instead, I witness something dark, cruel, and inhuman, something that leaves me dragging my body out of death’s bloody clutches. I recover, only to find my parents are dead and that I'm being sent to a mysterious town to be adopted. It’s there, in Northern Shadows, that I meet my Dylan and Davon. The Kingston brothers. Rich. Illegally Hot. Reputations that are questionably perfect. One is like a black wolf—cocky, seductive, all bad-boy vibes. One is like a white wolf—flawless, striking smile, can do no wrong. Two sides of a dangerous coin. Despite the many distractions, I try to keep my eyes on the prize. All I have to do is quietly breeze through university and leave the nightmares of wolves and lethal eyes behind. Sadly, in Northern Shadows, nothing goes unseen. Nothing goes unpunished. Two sides linger in the darkness – waiting – and the key is caught right in the middle. Me. I'm wanted by two, hunted by many, and only I can find the clues in my nightmares, where wolves demand I surrender to the possessive howls of the Shadow Moon. Surrender to their desire.