Maine's troubles are only just beginning. The Mantle is still catnip to assassins. News of her victory is out and another liquidator of the living is after her. That would be enough trouble, if her ex wasn't also in town, proclaiming his undying love for her.
Where was this adoration when they were dating?
To make things worse, her pint-sized best friend has visitors. Noff's pack is being terrorized by a ruthless hunter with supernatural strength, speed, and senses.
Running with the wolves is tough . . . especially when you’re the size of a chihuahua.
This is Noff's chance to show he's more than a cat-sized dire wolf. If he saves the pack, maybe they'll finally accept him. Noff is determined to prove his worth by taking on the super-hunter, which means that Maine needs to take on the super-hunter.
Who knew being a half-troll, half-human detective would suck so hard? Maine's screwed.
Will Maine be able to outwit her assassin, take down the super-hunter and turn away her love-sick ex-boyfriend? Dire-wolves and trolls and exes, oh my.
