Life After Death Day

No warning. No explanation. Few survivors. Now we're all trying to get by as society collapses around us. Survival is a battle and it's getting worse every day. Food is scarce and the shelves are all bare. Finding medication for my little brother is impossible, and my desperation is growing as my options narrow.

I thought I was a fake, a spiritual guide doling out nothing more than a placebo effect to the pack. Turns out I'm more legitimate than anyone realizes—and more deadly. It doesn't matter whether I'm the real thing or not, whether the pack has accepted me or not, because Duncan's mate never will and she's in charge. As long as he still wants me in his bed, she'll want me in a grave.

Since most of the world died on Death Day, I've been on the move with my little brother, trying to find a safe haven. The constant fight for our survival is wearing me down to nothing, as my walls grow higher with each new betrayal. Most days, it takes everything I have to keep it together. So when I finally get to Kicks' pack in Arkansas, the place seems too good to be true. Kicks seems too good to be true. Just when I'm on the verge of accepting that I've found somewhere safe for us, I realize there's one last threat that can't be fixed: me.