Ravelyn Ashthorn thought the hardest part of losing her grandparents would be learning how to live without them. She was wrong. Left alone in the century-old Ashthorn house, Ravelyn clings to the only life she's ever known-morning coffee, her grandmother's recipes, the willow tree her grandfather planted just for her, and the quiet promise that home is worth holding onto. But the house has secrets older than memory. An ancient key hidden in her grandfather's desk. Wards woven into the land itself. A black cat who watches the woods a little too closely. And seven powerful supernatural men who arrive at her doorstep, each claiming the Ashthorn estate is far more than a family home. As long-buried truths begin to surface, Ravelyn discovers that the legacy she inherited isn't measured in land or blood... but in an oath that has protected the supernatural world for centuries. Now, forces long thought extinct are stirring, an empty throne awaits its rightful ruler, and the quiet life Ravelyn fought so hard to preserve may be the very thing that changes the fate of every supernatural creature alive. Because some homes aren't just built. They're chosen. And some legacies never truly die.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collection, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake