Meet Blaize Silver. Monster Hunter. Earth Mage. Demon Cursed. And totally pissed off.
There’s not much worse than being a werewolf hunter who’s allergic to silver. Except maybe being a werewolf who’s stuck in wolf form.
Hell, I’ve been traveling with Wolf for months now, and I still don’t know his real name.
So when I realize our latest monster-hunting call is back out to Tombstone, Arizona, where I met Wolf, I can’t decide whether to be excited or anxious. For all I know, his pack wants him dead for working with me. It would fit that whole werewolf pack vibe. They’re killy that way.
Maybe I should just switch over to hunting fairies, like my cousin Cassidy.
But then I’d miss out on the chance to find out what’s really going on with Wolf. And I definitely don’t want that.
Besides, there’s something out in the desert tracking all of us. It’s been painting the desert red with werewolf blood. If I can take it down, Wolf’s pack is going to owe me a favor.
Unless, of course, they brought him in just to feed him to it.