The Rose Window

The Rose Window

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Oct 5, 2017
Priya Balakrishna isn't sure what to expect when her family moves to a small town in the countryside of France. She certainly isn't expecting Ani and Kina, or the thriving pack residing there. Most unexpected though is a mysterious outsider claiming to be from House Durant. The werewolf nobles are in trouble as a violent following is being built against them, led by a notorious criminal thought to be dead for centuries. Priya and her friends are caught in the middle of a timeless feud and must now put an end to it for good, or risk losing everything.
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