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After the death of my mother and her Bonded, I was relieved to find my own Bonds. I was sure everything would be okay if I had them. It wasn’t. The fate of our people is in my hands, and I know we’re better off if I’m alone. After five years on the run, I’m caught and dragged back to face the men I ran away from. I thought I was doing the right thing. Now, I’m not so sure.

Nothing will ever be the same again. Our bonded group has been torn apart, and the monsters are now the prey.

With my gift coursing through my veins, the tables have turned on the Draven Campus. I’m no longer the Giftless reject, no longer the girl who’s fair game to the other students for daring to run away from my Bonds. But there are bigger problems heading my way. With destiny pushing me closer and closer to each of my Bonds, I’m fighting tooth and nail against nature to keep my distance. But they’re fighting harder to keep me in their grasp. Can I finally take control of my gift, or will it take control of me?

The stable foundation I thought I’d built in the Sanctuary has been ripped away, and I find myself on the front lines of the war against the Resistance. I might have my Bonds on my side, but there are darker schemes in motion.

After three years on the run, I’m back in a Resistance camp, chained to a chair as the resident monster. Everything I ran from, all of the villains of my past, they’re all here to take another bite out of me. But this time, I’m not alone. With my Bonds desperately trying to reach me and new friendships I never expected, I start to believe that I won't become the weapon they want me to be. Maybe I’ll be a monster of my own creation. When loyalties are questioned and Bonds are tested, everything I thought I knew gets turned upside down. Who are my friends, and who are my enemies?

I thought that the death of the man who tortured me, broke me, and then hunted me to the ends of the Earth would be the end of our fight; but it’s only the beginning. After thousands of years of being apart, our god bonds are reunited once again; and they’re not ready to go down without a fight.

I devoted my life to a king who was not my own. On the road to ultimate honor and glory, I lost everything. Now, in a world ravaged by the whims of those who rule, I must turn my back on a lifetime of friendships and loyalties to face my own fate. The Savage Prince. Heir to the high-fae throne of the Southern Lands, he is known for his brutality and cold heart. But with the kingdom on the brink of ruin, I have no choice but to seek him out.

Joey is dead. His head was delivered to me in a box, wrapped with a bow and an ominous card tucked inside. One of the biggest threats has been removed from the board but it hasn’t made us any safer. The Jackal has teamed up with the notorious sadistic killer Joseph Beaumont Sr. to take my family out, sure that we’re responsible for the death of his favored child. The body count is only getting higher. Can I get us all through graduation alive? And who the hell is sending me heads in boxes?

After surviving foster care and a high school that breeds gang members and drug dealers, I've finally found my path to freedom: emancipation and a full ride scholarship at the ultra-exclusive Hannaford Prep. All I have to do is survive. After attracting the wrong sort of attention from the richest boy in the country, pissing off the hottest guy in school, and being humiliated in front of my favorite rock idol, I am now the target of the most popular, and cruelest, group in the freshman class.

All of my hard work has paid off and now I have a family to call my own - my best friend Avery and my three boyfriends; Harley, Ash, and Blaise. But with more people depending on me, the stakes have never been higher. I’ve stepped out from the shadow of the Jackal. I’ve laid claim on the men I want, and I’m not letting anything get in our way.

I’ve seen what the Callaghan Curse has done to my uncles and I know for sure that my mom was one in a million. I’ll stick to going on runs and f--king biker bitches. Now there’s rats in my club and a web of lies being woven around me, I can’t afford to lose my head.