If you'd asked me a week ago, I would have told you that the best cupcakes were dark chocolate with chocolate cream cheese icing, that dancing in a crowd of magic wielders-the Adept-was better than sex, and that my life was peaceful and uneventful. Just the way I liked it. That's what twenty-three years in the magical backwater of Vancouver will get you-a completely skewed sense of reality. Because when the dead werewolves started showing up, it all unraveled . . . except for the cupcake part. That's a universal truth.