In the dark mists of time, the empire was torn apart by men who valued power over principle. An ancient goddess of courage and honor called upon four great wildcats to become her familiars and impose order on the war-torn realm.

Freyja knew Ragnarök was coming. She needed to ensure those left behind would be protected. “Hear me now. The gods continue to argue amongst themselves even as Ragnarök approaches. I bestow upon you three the gift of transfiguration. From beast to man, you and your descendants will be able to shape shift at will. Live among the people as human, calling upon your shifted form to lend you strength when it is needed. Watch over my people and see they do not perish from this earth.”

Rule number one of Wall Street: don’t fall in love with your billionaire boss. I hate my boss. The Wall Street tycoon is a jerk. A world-class alpha-hole. Devastatingly handsome but terribly flawed. He goes through assistants like I go through vanilla lattes, and I need this job. But I went to school with bullies like him, so I’m not afraid. I hate my attraction to him. How sparks fly when we spar. The way he barks orders and dresses me down. I hate how I fantasize about him during and after work hours.

I have my life planned, and it does not include a fated mate. A job offer in San Francisco combined with an invitation to visit New Orleans for a friend’s restaurant opening gives me the perfect excuse for leaving home. The trip was supposed to be the beginning of something new and exciting. Instead, it has turned into a nightmare. Evil was waiting for me, and its powers are growing. Only a force greater than evil can stop what’s coming next.

Once more, a malevolent presence threatens wolfen society. They say my love story with my fated mate, Darby, ended with my death, but they were wrong. They say my eldest son, Jean-Edouard, is nothing at all like me. They are wrong about that as well. They say a lot of things, but I will prove them wrong.