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I can't believe he showed up here...the ex. Right when things are getting good—like I might actually have this whole Alpha thing under control—good. Or I'm ready to go on a date with the hottest guy I've laid eyes on—so good he could melt my panties off—good. But now, the ex is here, throwing his weight around, and pulling all the shots with me and the kids. (Who, by the way, are as excited about his arrival as I am.)

Ascending to alpha of the Black Crater Pack of freaking werewolves wasn't even remotely on my radar. I was just hoping the move to Oregon with my kids would mean less drama than dealing with the ex. Guess that didn't work out. Now, as it turns out, making friends in midlife is one giant pain in my backside. And believe me, I have enough aches and pains as it is. While some of the pack is thrilled there's a woman in charge, like the sexy guy I just can't stop thinking about, there's a vocal group who'd rather eat glass than see me succeed.

Diana now has everything she ever wanted - her memories and the soul mate she didn't realize she was missing. There’s just one problem: The old gods expect her to make amends for her absence. And her work starts now. But time is lost as the Oracle isn’t the only thing she has to atone for. Her friend Demetri was stripped of his powers - and it was all her fault. Unfortunately, Demetri wants nothing to do with her. To make matters worse, people have been flocking to Inner Sanctum to have a word with her.

Can one girl's lost humanity return to make her the most powerful being on Pendomus? Or will her naivety force those around her to succumb to a horrifying fate? Only time will tell. Just when all hope is lost - destiny intervenes and sets a new trajectory. The only question is...who's pulling the strings?

I could have lived out the rest of my days blissfully ignorant of the underground supernatural world. After all, being over 40, getting a divorce, and starting over is nuts enough. But instead, I was bitten by a dying alpha, and now I'm inadvertently thrust into the middle of his divided werewolf pack and their civil war. It's basically me and my ex, but with more death and mayhem, if that's even possible. With new powers emerging and the urge to shift imminent, I'm being forced to make some tough decisions. To make matters worse, I'm falling for the pack's sexy omega.

No matter where I go, the tattered red threads of the Moirai follow me. If they have their way, it's only a matter of time and I'll be joining the early grave of so many Blackwoods before me. What's worse, the curse is expanding and threatening to take more lives. Expelled from his birthright for loving me, Wade is now a completely mortal, and vulnerable human. If he dies, there's no coming back as an angel because not even a necromancer can save him when fate and death conspire.

My life is pretty much an insane mixture of ghosts, death, and destruction. But the last thing I want to do is be the cause of Wade's demise. Especially since the Angel of Death told me in no uncertain terms to stay away from him. So, I guess there's just one thing to do.

Everything about my new supernatural life is going up in flames. My best friends are acting super weird. I thought it was because my boyfriend moved to town, but now I'm not so sure. And worse yet, all around town, the dead are rising. Rumors are swirling at school that my boyfriend and I are the ones raising zombies - er, revenants. And, I'm beginning to worry that they might be right. I mean, I am pretty new at this whole "raise the dead" business.

I always wanted supernatural powers. What I didn't anticipate is that uncovering them would mean dealing with a whole host of "otherworldly" problems. For starters, I'm pretty sure the house I'm living in is haunted. Either that or I'm losing my mind. Secondly, I'm going to a college for supernaturals with zero ideas on what powers I possess. But someone higher up must know something, or I wouldn't be here. Right? Everywhere I go, new secrets are emerging. Like, the fact that I went missing when I was a kid and I don't remember a thing. And this ancestral home...it has secret rooms.

Okay, so I might be a badass immortal psychic, but everywhere I turn, something is getting between me and Blake. I'm really jonesing for some alone time with my recently reconnected soul mate but having supernatural powers like mine comes with an annoying price. Between the incessant visions and revenants running wild, having time to act on our desires is next to impossible. Even when things seem like they're about to go our way, I'm slammed with a premonition that puts me into helluva tailspin. Blake's time is up. He's gonna die.