I smudged. I broke two from the Arcane Council’s laws and regulations in one time. I swear it had been an accident-but try informing that towards the Arcane authorities.

Before I possibly could catch my breath, my simple gypsy life of peddling potions with my guardians is wrenched apart. I’m forcibly enrolled into the exclusive and supremely snotty Arcane Arts Academy, provided shackles under the guise of mercy for my offences.

As if that weren’t plenty of, my volatile magic bound me personally to two infuriatingly overbearing shifters in the woods near campus, making me an instantaneous pariah.

At least the history instructor is helpful-not to say insanely gorgeous. And besides offering me a dangerous distraction, there’s another thing he can provide-a method to finally discover more about my father and unravel the dark secret surrounding his loss of life . however, many secrets have claws, and if I’m not careful, knowing the reality could easily get me killed.