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The magical current through my body is there, as is the need to twine my body with hers, to bring her back to my den and pump her full of my seed. My desperation for her is turning me into a creature running on pure instinct, as the scribes detailed. Her scent… It is delectable,…

The questions are endless. I’ll know in time. I creep closer to the house, hoping to catch sight of her through the shutters. Magic hums to life in my veins as I shift my ears back into my normal form. The wooden wall brushes my webbed ear as I focus on what lies beyond. The…

Someone’s out there. I can feel it. My short breaths make my head swim as I navigate the shitty, user-unfriendly app Deedee’s friend made. A figure appears in the camera installed on the porch. I hit Pause, frowning. What the… I rewind the footage, watching him or her—or it —move in reverse, from the front…

My brows spear into my hairline when he holds a hand up to my face without looking at me. You know what? I might kill him too. Wayan prattles off a string of words in Bahasa, throwing his hands up in annoyance before pointing angrily at the tourists in front of the car as if…

My forehead wrinkles. “Are you sure?” “Yeah, man, we good. They’re no big deal—stop stressing.” I get the same answer every time I ask, yet I’ve had supplies intercepted, finished products stolen and sold by them, and customers who switched sides—all of which started after we incorporated my findings. I flinch when Budi leans over…

I grunt from an impact to the back of my head. I whip around, chest expanding and tentacles rising, ready to strike my attacker. Vasz swings around, suddenly pawing at the sand casually, avoiding eye contact just as the offending coconut floats down to the coral beside me. “Vasz,” I growl. The annoying pup innocently…

Mates have to be real. I’m certain it’s the only way to end the Curse. Vegetation and life begins to sprinkle the land once I cross the border until the ocean is bursting with it. It’s a different route than I normally take, further away from my den. There’s plenty of game around to make…

PROLOGUE How would I sleep at night if I killed him right now? Peacefully, I think. I would only regret I didn’t do it sooner. The pristine marble floor and the clean, white cupboard doors go in and out of focus. Tears trickle from the corners of my eyes, twining with the crimson trickle of…

I despise hearing those two syllables on his lips. Kristy. That name used to hold such fond memories—how my father used to say it, the way the etching of “Misty” gleamed on his bike’s gas tank. Now, I hate it. I never want to hear it again. “Nothing,” he yells. Tommy is a piece of…

The tweezers clatter onto the table from the sudden piercing pain from my elbow down. “Fuck,” I hiss under my breath. I stretch my fingers and wiggle them to ease the tension. It does jack shit. Over a year later, and I’m still paying for the crap Tommy put me through. Huffing, I snatch my…