My flight never wanted me. I wasn’t dragon enough for them.
As the child of a human and a shifter, I teeter between both worlds and don’t fit into either. When an opportunity to leave my hometown presents itself, it’s an immediate yes from me.
It isn’t until I start planning my move that I realize I’m going to be moving to the middle of nowhere. There’s no turning back now.
Besides, one year in a place where no one knows me sounds like bliss. When I arrive, my rental cabin has one small problem.
It’s already occupied by a grumpy-ass polar bear shifter who’s barely holding his beast back. The lease? Fake. The landlord? Nonexistent. My deposit? Stolen. My savings? Gone.
I have nowhere to sleep, a job starting in two days, and an empty bank account. Why does it feel like I’ve finallycome home?
