Caspian

Malachi was acting deranged. Ever since he brought Kaida back from the dead, the foundations of our world had fractured. We had known no rest; instead, we drifted from one crisis to the next, caught in a relentless cycle of dread.

The weight of it all was crushing. Between Kaida’s blood-curdling screams and night terrors, and the haunting, lethal attacks of El Silbón, I was drowning in stress.

I felt torn between my duty to protect the pups and the household and the desperate ...