I was seven years old when my mother first told me monsters were real. Not the kind hiding under my bed—real monsters, with fangs and claws, with glowing eyes that burned like fire. She made me swear to never trust them, to never let them see me bleed. Because my blood, she said, was cursed. I never believed her. Until my father vanished. Now, I stand between two of them. Dante, the demon-werewolf hybrid the world calls an abomination—a monster born from sin, feared even by his own kind. And Lorien, his stepbrother, a vampire-werewolf prince bred for war, raised to hate him. They despise each other, sworn enemies since birth, yet bound by the same fate. A fate that now includes me. The supernatural world is on the brink of war, and I am the key to it all. The last heir of a forgotten bloodline, the final piece of a prophecy that speaks of ruin and rebirth. But there’s a terrible secret hidden in my veins. The curse isn’t what they think it is. I am not what they think I am. And when the truth comes out, they won’t just be fighting for me. They’ll be fighting because of me. Because this bond between us? It was never fate. It was a trap. And none of us saw it coming.