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It's the week of Hunter's Eve, a yearly celebration of monsters, ghosts, and things that go bump in the night. But for Huntress Isabeau Agarwal, the event is a stark reminder that in her line of work, there is never a day's rest. Murders rock the city, and Isabeau is charged with solving them before the killer strikes again. One, a macabre accident during a dangerous magician's trick gone awry. The other, a slain politician, his disfigured body displayed atop Lamplight's most memorable landmark.

They say the most dangerous magick is born from desperation. If that's true, I'm about to become a force of nature. The ritual we uncovered has set something in motion that can't be stopped. The fabric of magick is unravelling, and MistHallow Academy stands on the brink of collapse. Our bond—this wild, dark, beautiful thing we've created—is both our greatest strength and our fatal flaw. It's the key to saving everything... or destroying it. My family has resurfaced, their sinister plans for my magick now clear. They're not the only threat.

MistHallow Academy will be my sanctuary, a place to hide from my family's sinister plans for my wild magick. That was the plan, anyway. Instead, I've stumbled into a web of dark desires and deadly secrets. They're everywhere—in my classes, my dreams, my blood. Three men, each more dangerous than the last, circling me like predators stalking prey.

I thought I knew danger after my first few weeks at MistHallow. I was wrong. The bonds between me and my guys have grown stronger, deeper, and more twisted. Our magick intertwines in ways that defy explanation. But our connection has unleashed something dark. Ancient. Hungry.

My life was supposed to follow a perfect path—a nice job, mated by twenty-five, and children after that—but fate has other plans. Now, a week from turning twenty-five, I have a successful bookshop that I love, but the rest has remained elusive. Always within my reach but never managing to hang onto an alpha for long enough to mate. Then there is the pact in the back of my mind. An alcohol-fuelled promise on my twentieth birthday, jokingly giving my alpha childhood friends a chance if we're all single in five years.