Girls her age should be sneaking out of the house to secretly attend a party where she would kiss her crush, not dragging a prisoner as prey to her cannibalistic-eating sister.
Angus' breeding obsession had never stopped at demons, Fae, witches, or humans. No. This time, he'd aimed for a perfect, pure-blooded werewolf heir. But what he got instead was much worse.
The goddess had cursed him.
Bree was no wolf. She was a wendigo.
Wendigo were cannibalistic-eating creatures. No one knew the true story of how they came to existence, but in the old stories, they were beings twisted by hunger until they devoured their own kind. In Bree's case, she was more feared since she's a wendigo born into a werewolf bloodline.
Bree had done nothing to deserve it, but the sins of her father had simply been visited on her.
