Now living in Spokane to be near her children, Creede and Mandy's mom still doesn't know her kids are werewolves. That kind of secret can't be kept forever, though, especially since she's going to be asked to babysit once a month on the full moon! She's not stupid. Sooner or later, she's going to notice a pattern. And speaking of doing the same thing every month on the full moon, Deputy Sheriff Jack Herschel is starting to run into problems at work. Law Enforcement Officers are really good at noticing patterns, too. Meanwhile, Creede's self-appointed enemies are stepping up their game. One of them, Benny Altos, mines family and tribal history to decide that Creede must be a nahual - an evil skin-changing witch - and nobody can convince him otherwise. He'll stop at nothing to get his proof. The moron. Apparently nobody ever taught him that you shouldn't ask questions if you're not going to like the answers. The other enemy, Brant Durrell, will stop at nothing to be rid of Creede...even blackmail.

Angela lives in the Pacific Northwest, where (according to her coffee cup) the average temperature in July is 65F, and the average in January is 40F. She feels this very comfortable range, plus the distinct lack of poisonous snakes, spiders, fire ants, Africanized bees, hurricanes, tornadoes and droughts, more than makes up for the lack of sunlight nine months out of the year. She and her husband (who doesn't care about werewolves in the least) have been married since 1992, and have four delightful homeschooled children, a shelter-rescue dog, and three urban chickens. Her birthday is at Christmas time. What she really likes for her birthday is fuzzy sweaters. J/K.