I thought the biggest problem was the curse that turned me from a werewolf into a golden retriever. But things got worse when, by accident, I doomed myself to a second curse that tied my fate to the entire world.
If I die, everything living will burn with me. Now Ragnarok is me.
By the way, did I mention that everyone is trying to kill me?
My soulmate. My brothers. My mother.
For full happiness, Loki, Freya, and the ruler of the Scandinavian pantheon are still missing. Everyone is trying to make me live by their instructions.
What are my plans? To find a path nobody can predict—and run straight toward catastrophe. Or, as some might say… straight into the arms of Havoc, whom I hated with all my heart.