Stumble upon a turf war and accidentally kill a wolf one time and the whole world wants you dead.

Well maybe not the whole world.

The Blood Mafia should be happy I've taken out one of their enemies. Instead they want to use me for their own gain.

Now that they’ve captured me, I’m determined to escape and stab a few vampires on my way out. The only problem is my freedom comes at a price.

My heart.

Mateo, Colt, and Grayson speak to my soul in ways I never expected. I want to hate them, but I’m not sure I can escape them without leaving a piece of myself behind.