Being a half-blood is inconvenient on a good day, especially when the half you got from your mother is werewolf. Valeriah can’t take wolf form, but the full moon still fills her with manic energy. Running helps; a tired werewolf is a good werewolf. 
Living perennially caught between two worlds—human and werewolf, magic and non-magic—doesn't leave much room for love. That suits Valeriah just fine. She's never had any luck with that anyway. 
Until her cousin’s life is threatened, that is, and out of necessity she accepts the help of a mysterious young man to protect Cristel. Rolf is everything that makes Valeriah's pulse speed up in spite of herself. Now, with Cristel's life in the balance, is the worst possible time for that kind of complication. 

But Rolf's secrets could destroy her trust and that might cost her life.