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What's it going to take for Maggie to get a moment alone with her thoughts?
Usually, when you squabble with a sibling, they aren't stuck inside your head. But that's how things are for Maggie and Matt, and it's becoming unbearable.
Not that they have time to focus on a solution.
Maggie has shifter packs from all over the world hunting her, and she can't stay on the run forever.
The question is, how does she get a bunch of shifters who think the only known female shifter is an abomination to just . . . leave her alone? And how does she get the covens who want to study her to just . . . leave her alone?
Maggie has no idea, so she does the next best thing. Or, not the next best thing. A ridiculous thing.
She sets out to find the father who abandoned her and her brother and get the answer to why.

0 of 1 copy available
Wait time: About 4 weeks

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Fantasy Fiction

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What's it going to take for Maggie to get a moment alone with her thoughts?
Usually, when you squabble with a sibling, they aren't stuck inside your head. But that's how things are for Maggie and Matt, and it's becoming unbearable.
Not that they have time to focus on a solution.
Maggie has shifter packs from all over the world hunting her, and she can't stay on the run forever.
The question is, how does she get a bunch of shifters who think the only known female shifter is an abomination to just . . . leave her alone? And how does she get the covens who want to study her to just . . . leave her alone?
Maggie has no idea, so she does the next best thing. Or, not the next best thing. A ridiculous thing.
She sets out to find the father who abandoned her and her brother and get the answer to why.


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