Victoria Brigham has killed three men—and none of them were by choice.
Haunted by a wolf she cannot control and a past soaked in blood, Victoria lives quietly as a pet-finding investigator, hiding among werewolves who believe she is one of them.
But when her sister disappears, and a strange, spicy scent tied to blood magic and animals begins following her through the city, Victoria makes one mistake that changes everything—she follows it.
What she finds is slaughtered witches, weaponized wolves, a dying man’s curse, and an artifact that burns itself into her soul.
Death should have been the end.
Instead, it was only the beginning.

Izzy's scent was as clear as my own, hanging in the air like she'd sprayed her perfume everywhere just so I could find her. I certainly hoped that was the case, and she'd shaken off those stupid thoughts of working with Haworth again. The neighborhood was quiet. I activated two spell stones—an extra layer of protection and a confusion spell so people wouldn't be able to figure out how they knew me, even if they did—and now I smelled like chamomile and honey, too. Just like Amara. I was confident that I could do this. My wolf was better, but she was part of me. We were one, whether we liked it or not.


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