Life’s tough while an Elf young lady stranded in Earth’s world.

When a jaguar shifter drops in away of nowhere and requests aid in tracking down a historical blood-magic statuette, I state no many thanks. I learned in the past the main element to survival is usually keeping a minimal profile.

But it’s hard to ignore an artifact from the gods powerful more than enough to blow holes the truth is. Enter stalker werewolves within a black Mercedes and magicians trying to fully capture me. They all think I understand where the damned statue can be. After that I’m attacked by demons.

It wouldn’t end up being so bad, but some of them are really rude. Getting rude can be a capital crime where I come from.

Time for any lesson in manners.

Contains mature themes.