Casey and her siblings, along with their aunt, are on the run. Pursued since their parents deaths 6 years before, The Dougals must use whatever tools they have to escape.
Like Emma's mind reading, Rance's shielding, Tanny's diamond hard skin, and Casey's shadow-shaping.
They have eluded the Chat Noir-- a mystical and sadistic society of assassins, trackers and geniuses shrouded in death and bloodshed based in Canada-- for 6 years now, since their parents Sybil and Aaron were murdered by the Chat Noir.
Casey and her family have been hunted town to town, city to city, state to state, with nowhere to go, nowhere to call home.
But the Chat Noir aren't the only people looking for the Dougals. A government run facility for people with powers, which Casey, Emma, and Rance's parents worked for is on their trail too-- but for different reasons.
Leo only has one person he can depend on: himself. But he's not even sure he can trust himself anymore. His sister is bitter after a gunshot wound leaves her a paraplegic, his mother is emotionally devoid after the brutal murder of his father 6 years before, and his little brother-- Leo isn't sure Shay's all that there.
It seems like any other mission-- get the mutant, get out, come back-- but when Casey, Emma, and Rance Dougal's files land on his eggs and bacon, along with their aunt's, Intan "Tanny" Halyn's, nothing will be the same again. The first time he met her, it was nothing new. But the second time? Cataclysmic.
Betrayal is imminent for both of them though, and unseen forces change the fabric of the lives they once lived.
(BS i know, but i'm horrible at these things)
Callum Black. That was Callum's name, his identity, yet he was never called that. His family, his pack, his peers, and just about everybody else called him weak, pathetic, ugly, faggot, worthless. So that had become his identity, not Callum Black. Callum's father was the pack's Beta, and his siblings were the sort that made a strong pack leader proud. Callum had always been a bit of a runt, perhaps enduringly, until it was not anymore, until he was thirteen and decidedly Omega and it was embarrassing. To him, to his father, to his pack.
Ryker Adam's was the son of the Alpha, and had everything going for him. He was gonna do great things and make his father proud. He was adored. So when the little, mousy male Omega turned out to be his mate he did not hesitate in remedying that. It was not really surprising; Ryker was Callum's public enemy #1 and the stuff of his nightmares. This was the beginnings of Callum's story.
Callum ran. Callum ran into the arms of his found family and himself. And he was definitely not who he thought he was. A cruel twist of fate and the whims of the gods had changed everything. While he was gone the pack was changing too, including the people who had hurt him.
Four long years had passed. And Callum was coming home, but he bore no resembles to the boy that had left. This was a man, a monster.