"Beatrice Foxx. What an ugly name for an ugly girl." I shot straight up in my bed, all but hyperventilating and drenched in sweat. The voice wrang through my head like church bells. I looked at the clock; 5AM it read in bright blue. "Fuck." I moaned and threw myself back in my bed. When would these nightmares end? Beatrice Foxx has spent the better part of 5 years tracking down her mates murderers. She may be human, but she has more than vengeance on her side. But when fate throws some wrenches in her plans, will she be able to focus on her goal? Or will it become a distant memory?