Turns out almost getting murdered and finding out you’re part of a thought-to-be-extinct bloodline makes people notice you.
Sucks when you have so many damned secrets to hide.
Between a forbidden romance with my Arcane History prof, an accidental familiar bond with two shifters, and what I suspect about the Magistrate, hiding the truth is becoming impossible.
As if I also need to be tormented by the ghosts of my insane ancestors . . . thanks, universe.
While I attempt to uncover more about my dark heritage, Cal and Adrian try to solve a mystery of their own: shifters from other packs are going missing, and all the evidence points to witches.
But then they vanish, too.
Going against everyone’s warnings, I set off on a risky crusade to find them. What I will encounter along the way is more terrifying than I ever could’ve imagined-and could shake the foundation of the witching world forever.

I messed up. I broke two of the Arcane Council’s laws in one day. I swear it was an accident-but try telling that to the Arcane authorities.
Before I could catch my breath, my simple gypsy life of peddling potions with my guardians is wrenched away. I’m forcibly enrolled into the prestigious and supremely snotty Arcane Arts Academy, given shackles under the guise of mercy for my crimes.
As if that weren’t enough, my volatile magic bound me to two infuriatingly overbearing shifters in the woods near campus, making me an instant pariah.
At least the history teacher is helpful-not to mention insanely gorgeous. And besides giving me a dangerous distraction, there’s something else he can provide-a way to finally find out more about my father and unravel the dark mystery surrounding his death . . . but some secrets have claws, and if I’m not careful, knowing the truth could get me killed.