"Find Malcolm. His safety is your safety."

Threat or promise, I wasn’t sticking around to find out — not when the sorcerer making it had just yanked me out of my skin for a chat.

But with scheming magicians, lurking necromancers, and Callum’s long-lost family all lining up to make my next out-of-body experience permanent, having a sorcerer on our side seems… wise.

There’s just one problem. To get her help, we need to find her dentist. And our only lead? One hairy, stinking, ravening lead.

Weres. Too many teeth, no love for my kind, and completely against company policy.

But exceptions must be made. Because we’re not just caught between a sorcerer and a drooling pack—there’s a hungry void stalking me, and the Watch is closing in.

Grab the chew toys. We’re going on a were hunt…