It's getting worse. Not now. Why now? It's been dormant for weeks! Naomi thought, squeezing her hand repeatedly into a fist to try to suppress the faint tingling in the tips of her fingers. It was in vain, just as she knew it would be. Once the tingling started it wouldn't stop until the Shift was complete. Please stop, she thought helplessly. Not now, not today! She rounded the last corner and saw her house at the end of the street. The driveway was empty, which meant Naomi's father was still at work, as she knew he would be. The lawn was in desperate need of trimming, and Naomi nearly tripped over one of the garden gnomes decorating the yard that the long grass obscured from her view. The bronze numbers on the front blue door were fading and needed a polish, but Naomi paid them no mind. She dug her key out of her pocket, inserted it into the knob, and slammed the door safely shut behind her, panting like a dog. She barely had time to celebrate that she had made it home in time before the last bits of her feet were swallowed in the tingling feeling and the Shift began. ~~~ Cover by the incredibly talented @mahana258!!!

It's been two months since the war ended, and many things have changed. The once notorious Thieves of Otar have now become the Keepers of Otar, the kingdom's most elite, set aside for special missions for the benefit of the kingdom. Zia is no longer the nameless, parentless girl she thought she was, and the King is determined to create better relations with Otar's neighboring countries. But despite all this one thing has not changed- Daxtor. He is still alive, and somewhere he and his daughter are in hiding, plotting their revenge. When Daxtor and his daughter launch a sneak attack on the Keepers' Headquarters, people are hurt and Zia finds herself once again hurled into a crazy, wild adventure to save the lives of the people she loves.