Returning to Moonfell wasn't part of my plan, and it completely altered my life.

New house. New friends. And reuniting with my eccentric aunt brought some joy back into my soul. I even managed to crack a smile every now and then.

Just when I thought things couldn't get any more complicated, I find myself caught between my duty as an investigator and my growing feelings for the enigmatic Dash—the not-werecat. He saved us from the threat known as The Forsaken. And now I have to turn him in to the county sheriff.

Or do I?

A string of lifeless bodies haunt the streets of Moonfell, each one more gruesome than the last. Werewolf gone mad? Possibly. But as the bodies pile up, doubt creeps in. Something about this feels off, and I can't help but wonder if something more sinister is at play.

While I try to unravel the mysteries surrounding Moonfell's recent deaths, Dash continues to weave in and out of my life with his own secrets and agendas.

As the body count rises, a threat looms over my life, and I can't help but feel like I am walking through a minefield with no way out. Every step is a reminder that someone or something is out there, waiting to kill me.