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Surviving a werewolf attack should’ve been the strangest thing to happen to me tonight. But no, the universe had other plans. Now, I’m stuck dealing with a broodingly hot guy named Wesley St. John—who seems way too comfortable with murder. Definitely a red flag, right? Wes isn’t just some guy I stumbled upon—he’s a protector, but not the friendly kind. His job is to keep the supernatural world in check, and my ignorance is making things complicated.

Look, I didn’t plan to be on the supernatural hit list, but here I am. Dodging murdery werewolves between panic attacks and selling healing crystals to soccer moms. And the only person standing between me and getting turned into werewolf chow is Alex Channing—grumpy, gorgeous, and 100% the kind of guy who comes with a warning label. He says he’s here to protect me. I say he’s hiding something—like why every part of me sparks when he’s near, or why he looks at me like he’s already lost me once.

Not even Wes can save me from the darkness that’s consuming me. Gordon Steppe wants my blood, and more than that, he wants to get inside my head—control the bond I share with the hybrids and use it to destroy anything with dirty blood. If I don’t help him, he’ll kill everyone I love, starting with my pack. But the real battle isn’t just against Steppe—it’s against the beast within me. Every day, it’s getting harder to keep it at bay. The prophecy says I’m supposed to save everyone, but all my choices seem to lead to more pain, more danger, more death.

I killed a girl last night. I did it with my bare hands and an old piece of pipe I found lying next to the dumpster. But that’s not the part that got me. The part that scared me, the part I can’t seem to wrap my head around and still has me reeling, was that when she charged me, her body shifted–and then she was a wolf.

Wood Point Academy is not at all what I expected. For one thing, it looks like a cross between military school and Buckingham Palace. Everyone stares, the floors shine so bright you can see your reflection in them from a mile away, and no one smiles. Unless they're kicking your butt in the process.

If I had to choose one word to sum up all of my problems, this would be it. Without hybrids, I wouldn’t have to watch my best friend slowly becoming a monster. Without hybrids, I could let go of the mentality “hunt or be hunted.” CHAS wouldn’t be scouring the Earth, intent on slaughtering and using Alex to do it. Without hybrids, I wouldn’t have to be on guard that losing my temper meant losing my shape.

Forty-six. That’s how many hybrids survived the Hunter attack in the woods after I revived them with an injection of my blood. That’s how many followed me home to Frederick Falls. And that’s how many were now mentally linked to me through a blood bond. Two days. Three valium. Fourteen hours of sleep. That’s what it took to realize I wasn’t losing my mind as a result of the noise in my own head.

Sam has regained her memory and with it, the Knowing. There is powerful magic inside her, and it is more than enough to heal the sick werewolves. If only she could figure out how to use it. Alex Channing knows Sam is the only one who can heal him. But he knows better than anyone: magic always comes with a price. And he refuses to let Sam get hurt because of him. He'd rather die than cause her pain. With Alex's days numbered and more and more feral werewolves being drawn to Sam, she must learn to wield what's inside her and claim her inheritance before it's too late....

Being in love with the town’s most wanted werewolf Hunter? Not my best decision. But when the supernatural council throws Alex behind bars, it’s clear they’re not just out for justice—they’re out for blood. His. They say we broke the rules. That we’re dangerous together. They might be right. Because whatever power’s waking up inside me doesn’t play nice. It’s raw, reckless, and just begging for a fight. And I’m done playing by their rules.

"You are nothing but a monster dressed in a pretty little bow." For years, there has been peace amongst the worlds. Even as Anastasia longs to celebrate, her recurring nightmares have prevented her from fully embracing the harmony. She desires to believe her fear is unwarranted, that it's simply the result of spending an entire life at war. But it's not long before a new enemy arrives, a deadly siren who sets her sights set on obtaining the one person Anastasia cannot live without.

A lives with B. B seems to be becoming more and more like A. If A's boyfriend, C, likes A because A is A, but now B is the same as A, where does that leave A? And what has happened to the family across the street, who left one afternoon out of nowhere, covered in sheets with holes cut out for the eyes?

After a brutal childhood left her with both physical and emotional scars, Anastasia has fought for years to put an end to the nightmares. It's with him, the boy next door who is now the man she cannot live without, that she can finally hope for a happy ending. But in Anastasia's world, hope is a very, very dangerous thing. When she is kidnapped and dragged into a perilous world, Anastasia discovers that her nightmares are not figments of a broken mind, but premonitions of her new reality. Can she fight her way to freedom when the only person who ever believed in her is a world away?

Demon beasts from the depths of hell are hunting me. They want my magic. And they're willing to take it at the expense of my life.They would have already succeeded if it weren’t for the three men determined to keep me alive.

Smoke billowing from crumbled brick was all that remained of the city Anastasia and Dakota once called home. That is, until the very man who destroyed it pieces it back together. Now, the people of Seattle see him as a hero who put the beasts back into their cages.

Sophie Galen is an advice columnist whose work leaves her neck-deep in other people's problems. Thanks to her compassion, her gut instinct, and her magnetic charm, Sophie really knows how to attract little black clouds. Marek Thurzo is no little black cloud; he's a maelstrom. Marek is Demivampire, a race with the potential to evolve into vampire. A warrior who's taken his share of spiritual damage, he hovers dangerously close to destruction.

Sophie Galen is an advice columnist from the suburbs of Philly. Like many sensitive women, she's done her best to create a shelter for herself in order to live in a safe, predictable world, protecting her vulnerable self: her mind, her heart, and her soul. Then he came into her life and blew the walls in. When Marek Thurzo arrived, he brought with him all the secrets she never wanted to know: the world outside was not what she thought. There were people and creatures and powers she'd never dared to believe exist.

The Highly Sensitive Teen is a fun and engaging guide to staying grounded when life gets too loud. You'll learn to better understand and cope with overstimulation and emotional overwhelm. You'll find tips for improving your self-esteem and strengthening self-compassion.

After a mystical merging that ties Sam to Hina, the race to save the world is on. With the equinox just days away, and RJ’s magic more powerful than ever, it becomes a race against the clock to find RJ and stop him - before it’s too late. Unfortunately, in the midst of a battle for the supernatural world, all of the gang’s mundane problems can’t be ignored. Sam’s academic probation is threatened when the merge forces her to miss school, Brittany and Koby are keeping secrets, and Sam’s future is a wobbly, grainy picture

Sam has spent the last six months sorting through plots against the people she cares for most. Learning who to trust - and who to kill. And just when she thought she had it all figured out, the good guys separated from the bad, her world is upended. Sam knows it’s up to her to stop what’s coming - and who is bringing it. If she doesn’t, the goddess inside her will take over, erasing what’s left of Sam’s sense of self.

Somewhere on another astral plane, a lover's quarrel between gods, millennia old, has come full circle. Ea, a dark and ancient god and the father of the first werewolf, is hell-bent on destroying his supernatural offspring. He'll use anyone and everyone he can to get it done even from beyond the physical. For now, his vessel is the evil and mysterious Indra, a witch whose powers only slightly outweigh her penchant for hitting on the help.