Life on the run is no winter picnic, especially when Aurora’s partner sees himself as the sheriff, not the outlaw. It’s a cat-and-mouse game across the Last
The hunters have become the hunted. Surviving the Alaskan wilderness isn't nearly as treacherous as resisting temptation and old vices while forced into hiding.
My blood is toxic to vampires . . . If there's one thing I want, it's to get off this iceberg. I'm thinking college on the East Coast. ANYWHERE besides Alaska.