'Death was becoming a sweet whisper, a beckoning hand waving to me. Calling me closer, promising the journey will not be as taxing as it seems. It was the intoxicating promise to be freed from the pain that this flesh causes me, it makes me want to slip and fall into that black void. Just for a moment, a moment of peace. And fall I do.' Winter, a teen just shy of graduating wants nothing more than a normal life. But being the daughter of the last pureblooded shape shifter leaves little hope for that. Add the fact he wants her to forfeit that life for an ancient ritual to reveal the things that go bump in the night, and she is thoroughly hopeless. With her mother's passing and nowhere left to turn, she has little choice but to run. When the one who is supposed to protect her is the one who will see her dead, who can she trust? How long can she survive on her own?