How can this possibly be my life?

If I could go back to the morning before the gala, trust my gut, and stay home, I would in a heartbeat.

But that’s not possible, so I’m stuck with the repercussions.

Because of what I am—not who, mind you—there’s a whole new set of rules for me to follow.

And I’m doing it completely exposed. Laid bare for the entirety of the preternatural population to gawk, trash, and threaten.

But I can’t let that deter me from doing the one thing I need to do.

Master my magic.

It’ll keep my mates and me in relative safety, or at least, that’s what I’m hoping.

Life at Stonewell is a lot different than it was, so I’ll have to lean on everyone I know to make it through. 

It can’t be that hard. Right?