Her heart shouldn't beat for him. His wolf shouldn't hunger for her. But death has a habit of changing everything.
Maeve

Something happened to me a few months ago, something that stopped my heart, smashed it to pieces, and restarted it again. I don't understand it, and I'm not sure I want to.
My sisters are keeping something important from me, and when our family's sworn enemies move in on our territory, I become more suspicious than ever.
I am not supposed to like Van "Vermillion" Alexander. He's quiet, broody, and mean. But he's connected to the stammer in my chest, and I'm going to find out why.
Vermillion

I almost died trying to save one of my pack mates earlier this year. Or perhaps I did die and the shifter magic brought me back to life. I'm different now.
My urges are stronger...stranger...darker.
I don't understand these new compulsions, and when Maeve Vanderbilt starts showing signs that she might be like her sisters, I can't keep my inner wolf from devouring her whole.