検索キーワード： 著者 "J. Kearston" すべてのカテゴリー

All shifters are cursed, but me more than anyone. With barely any abilities to speak of, staying two steps ahead of the monster stalking my every move has been nearly impossible. But a freak robbery that goes awry brings my life on the run crashing to a bloody halt. I need to run again, but my escape from the hospital is complicated by a doctor with eerily colored eyes that see far more than I want him to. He and his friends have decided I'm theirs to protect, want me to believe I'm safe with them, but I know the truth.

My mates think I can extinguish their demons, but I know better. I'm gasoline and wind, fanning the flames higher. I'm finally starting to believe that I've found the place I belong, that maybe life holds more than loneliness and pain. Naturally, that's when my mother's past catches up to me.

When your world becomes a ticking time-bomb, you might as well time the explosion to inflict maximum damage. The real challenge comes in the aftermath, when you're forced to face everything you lost in order to survive. Uniting multiple packs is impossible enough with their constant fighting, and now Damian, Hunter, and Kaige expect me to get the Slaughters on our side? To dethrone a man that already survived death at their hands once? I'm no one's salvation, I'm their ruin.

My life has never been normal. Raised by a survivalist, taught how to endure anything, I've learned to rely on myself. To keep my head down—to mind my own business. That all changes when I hear the screams. There, in that filthy alley, I thought I was pulling Emmeline out of the darkness and toward safety, but it turns out, she was pulling me in. My new friend's world collides with my own, and they couldn't be more different. Where I spend my days alone, she rarely can. Not with four brooding brothers hellbent on her protection, watching over her every move.

The monster that's tormented us from the shadows has finally stepped into the light, and he has his sights set on me. But discovering that my entire life has been orchestrated as a twisted form of training to help him literally unleash Hell on earth? Not exactly my idea of a romantic gesture. There's an invisible noose around our necks, tightening more with every passing day, every saccharine smile Ash sends my way. He may have had centuries to put his plans in place, but he underestimates the depth of my spite, the lengths I'm willing to go to protect what's mine.