An ancient war, a tenuous truce, a delicate balance.
Sounds ominous right?
The tri-pack collective has existed for centuries—three dire wolf packs bound to the most powerful coven in the world through a single witch born under the thirteenth sign of the zodiac.
Through this covenant they keep an ancient threat unlike any other at bay.
At the next blood moon, I’ll be that witch—bound to the three leaders of the dire wolf packs. Responsible for keeping the peace.
That is If I make it to the blood moon alive, because someone is trying to kill me.
Now the hot-headed wolves are going to have to work together to make sure our inventive little murderer doesn’t succeed.
Well, I don’t take kindly to being targeted, so whoever’s gunning for me better watch out, because they just became the hunted.