One sixteen-year-old girl versus a plague of beasts…
Can a sixteen-year-old girl stem the tide of a lycanthropocalypse? When three younger boys show up on Mia’s doorstep, naked and on the run, she is drawn into a shadow world where a series of strange disappearances heralds a slowly spreading plague of lycanthropy. Mia must save the three orphaned boys from their brutal Alpha, a man-beast who believes humans are food. A war is brewing for the top of the food chain; Mia doesn’t know it yet, but she holds the key to the future of the human race.
Suddenly every hair on Mia’s head, her arms, her legs stood on end. She stood and scanned the darkness within the backyard perimeter. The only light came from streetlights filtering through branches surrounding the fence and from the feeble glow of the kitchen light. A deep, heavy snuffling puffed underneath the backyard gate. An animal, something, and a big one. Something hard like nails scratched faintly over the paving stones on the path to the gate. More snuffling, sniffing.
And then the latch on the gate began to rattle.
Her blood froze.
The latch clicked and the door began to swing slowly inward.
In less than a heartbeat, she threw herself behind the backyard shed, which lay closer than the back patio door.
The gate squeaked faintly.
Her trembling hands sought the latch on the shed door, tried to slide it ever so gently, silently. A click that sounded like thunder as the latch released and the door swung open. She ducked inside and ever so gently, silently, eased the latch closed. There were spiders in here. She never went in the shed for just that reason, but she did not dare think about that now, did not dare think about the webs that might inches from her flesh, or all the little creepy-crawlies that waited in the dark to suck the fluids of insects unlucky enough to be ensnared. The sharp tangy smells of gasoline and oil and lawn fertilizer overlay the scent of earth and dust.
Moments after the door closed, the puff of breath came under the door, sniffing, the kind of sniffing that comes from deep, cavernous lungs, lungs that were not human. The sound came from the rear corner of the shed, moved along the base of the wall toward the front. Only a thin sheet of wood separated her from whatever that was, and it had to be enormous.