Rune Magic

I'm not just wanted by the police. I'm wanted by a dark coven.

The moment I saw my mother's ghost in the attic of my psychic shop, I knew I wouldn't be able to put my past behind me. Bad enough someone is out there murdering witches; now the logo for my shop is found at the scene of another horrific murder. Drawn in blood on the walls, it's an exact match for the symbol on my windows and on the amulet my mother gave me. An amulet that has been stolen from the police's evidence locker.

With the hot AF detective who started all this out of town and the investigation tossed over to a nasty little man who drags me in for questioning, I'm desperate to clear my name. As if it's not bad enough being a suspect for a brutal murder, this new detective accuses me of being the leader of some ages old, evil cult. And the more I dig into my mother's old tomes and trunks, the more evidence I find of black magic, and the more I seem connected to that murderous dark coven.

I'm going to need more help than a few dusty tomes this time to prove my innocence. Because as I scour those books and clippings, I find mention of wolf shifters and cursed objects, and men that don't age. I'm going to have to beg that arrogant and hot AF wolf-shifter detective to leap into the mess with me. A favor that might implicate his entire pack.

And if it's one thing I do know: crossing a wolf pack isn't just bad for business.

It's bad for survival...