Mally Jourdain is a terrible witch. So bad, she might as well be human. Until she discovers a mortally wounded rougarou, one of the wolfmen of the bayous, in a New Orleans alleyway—and she heals him. With magic. Fun fact: witches cannot heal rougarous. Even the most powerful witches. But Mally did.

And he ran off into the night—with not so much as a thank you. Rude.

Now, Mally's life is getting even weirder. She's being followed by a group of teenagers, who could be identical quadruplets with buck teeth. She's nearly abducted by a super creepy gator Shifter, and she's also stalked by greaser wannabes, who look like the rejects from a prison production of West Side Story. Things can't possibly get stranger.

Or maybe it could, because the rougarou is watching her, too. What's that saying—no good deed goes unpunished?

On the upside, Mally suddenly seems to be a very important witch.

On the downside, Mally suddenly seems to be a very important witch.

She has no idea what all these creatures want from her. And she's not sure she is witch enough to find out.