Rebellious: Red Chronicles, Book 4

I came to the Black Forest seeking refuge. I will leave seeking revenge.

The more I learn about what I really I am, the less I understand who I’m meant to be. Hood? Werewolf? Something else altogether? Figuring that out will have to wait. The fate of the slayers has been forced into my hands, and for their sake and mine, I need to hand them off to someone else ASAP. Where else could I go but to the hoods?

Convincing the Council of Matrons to offer asylum makes escaping from Istanbul and Vlad Tepeş’s harem look like pup’s play. Between court