My name is Mana Frost Van Helsing, adopted daughter of the werewolf Knight Van Helsing. I’m alive because my father dared to defy all those who claimed I had been abandoned for my life would only bring disaster. Dragons don’t abandon their own unless they’re cursed, my father refused to believe I was. However, dragons cannot hatch without being fed magic, dragons are naturally a powerful source of magic and my father lacked any of his own. A very old mage, Mana, granted me all her magic to allow me to live. Now her magic, knowledge, and name live on with me. In many ways I’m an outcast that shouldn’t be able to find a place to belong. My father’s pack exiled us and everywhere we went we were turned away, at least until we met the fae. So here we are, a dragon mage and a werewolf without a pack and a descendant of the first great vampire hunter of the Van Helsing bloodline. I always hoped my strange life wouldn’t cause problems when I met my soulmate, the one that’s destined for me. Here’s hoping