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I was trying to avoid any werewolves in my life, and now I have to live with one? I want to worry about human things like how to dress for the first day of a new job or how to sneak a silver dagger past the metal detectors when I get there. But when you’re working in a company run by vampires, human concerns become trivial. What’s not is figuring out why my undead bosses are trapping and killing werewolves. But that might not be the only secret hiding in the walls of the WWL Corporation, and what I soon discover could turn the supernatural world on its head.

I refused my legacy, but my destiny doesn't want to take no for an answer. The plan seemed simple. Run away from home. Go to college. Pretend I wasn't raised to control silver with magic, dance around a fire under a full moon, or guard the barriers between lupines and clueless humans. And for a while, it was that simple. Then, Tobias Somfield had to walk into that alley and into my life, with his English swagger and his sorrowful tale of woe. Sure, the lone werewolf may have come to my rescue, but that doesn't mean I owe him anything, right?

I may be relinquished, but I am resigned. I will see the Ravens destroyed. Istanbul harbors the ancient clutch of vampires known as the Ravens, but the city has a thousand shadows and a million secrets. What I find there will be far more than I bargained for, and nothing I could have imagined. Some legends don’t want to be told.

When Igor Kharmarov sacrificed himself to save me, he unwittingly left his eldest son as the paterfamilias of the most lethal of vampiric bloodlines. Now, Dracula commands more than a few surviving sycophants. He has an entire army at his command, and they’re all coming for me. But when they find me, I won’t be alone.

The Global Alliance for Intelligent Arbitration (a.k.a. GAIA) was meant to steer mankind away from real-world warfare, giving nations a VR platform where both diplomacy and combat could be conducted without further harm to the planet or themselves. What it's also done, however, is give Omala's ex, Rex, a robust system he can copy, dress up, and monetize. If she wants to preserve her legacy for their daughter, Omala will have to step up to the battle prepared. All that stands between her and victory is Rex's new wife, the devious Johanna Tieg.

The more I learn about what I really I am, the less I understand who I’m meant to be. Hood? Werewolf? Something else altogether? Figuring that out will have to wait. The fate of the slayers has been forced into my hands, and for their sake and mine, I need to hand them off to someone else ASAP. Where else could I go but to the hoods?

Can your name decide your fate? I was named after Gerwalta Faust, and if that means nothing to you, then you don't know the real story of Little Red Riding Hood. It is my birthright to lead the House of Red, my destiny to be the next Grand Matron of all hoods. But as the namesake of the Betrayer, am I also doomed to repeat her crimes?

The ancient clutch of vampires known as the Ravens thought they could devour me, but I’ve hunted too long to be anyone’s prey. With Caleb—the last slayer—and Tobias—the wolf who's somehow become my friend—at my side, I will see their nest reduced to ash. But every victory comes with a price. The deeper I descend into the world of hoods, wolves, and slayers, the more I uncover about what I am—and what I was born to do. Court intrigue, family betrayals, and impossible choices dog my every step.

I wasn’t supposed to fall for a werewolf. He wasn’t supposed to break my heart. But he did—and I’m done letting ancient fairy tales decide my future. Sure, I’m named after the original Red Riding Hood (the real one, not the sanitized bedtime version), and yes, I was supposed to follow in her footsteps: master silver magic, protect the veil between humans and the supernatural, and become the next “wolf watcher” of the House of Red. But honestly? I’d rather eat dumplings and avoid werewolves altogether. That plan works… until Tobias Somfield shows up. He’s English. He’s brooding.