What could be worse than getting on the radar of the future leader of a pack and becoming the target of his hostility? Probably nothing. But that was my opinion before an unknown person started hunting me—whose actions seemed strange and unpredictable. Now my life constantly overlaps with two werewolves, who not only make me wary, but also fill me with fear. I also feel that something incomprehensible is going on around me, but I can’t figure it out completely, as if everyone around is trying to deceive me. And it seems that’s not enough: my best friend disappeared, and I was immediately accused of it. Although, partly, it was true—because I really was involved in her disappearance.