Hey, I’m Annie. Mage. Nerd. Gamer Extraordinaire.
And yes, I wrote that on my nametag.
I was having a great day right up until Justin Bailey, werewolf prince and Grade A Pain-In-My-Ass came barreling into the shop I work at. Then he threw around words like “blood feud,” “sorceress,” and “murderer,” so I couldn’t just kick him out, especially since they all seemed connected to me.
Now the only thing I can do to clear my name is use my magic to help him find the culprit before the council of wolves takes matters into their own hands. If they do, they won’t just kill me, they’ll put the kibosh on anyone who’s ever talked to me.
I guess Uncle Ben was right about that whole responsibility thing.
Read Chapter 1 here!
Hey, it’s your friendly neighborhood gamer girl, Annie.
So yeah, I almost kinda sorta stopped my bro from killing all of the werewolf nobles with his crazy blood ritual. Unfortunately for everyone, he missed one, and now wannabe werewolf king Alabaster is trying to avenge his people by going on the kind of killing spree you’d see in an eighties B-grade horror flick.
The only way to stop him is to seat Justin Bailey on the throne. There’s just one tiny problem. While he’s a swell guy, I have more power in my pinkie than he does in his whole body.
Still, I think I can pull it off, but only if I’m willing to throw Justin to the wolves.