Three wolf shifters tormented by a deadly secret. 
Two worlds torn by a twisted legacy. 
One girl determined to choose her own fate. 

Sneak Peek of DARK ARTS: 

When I open my eyes, Nessa’s face fills my vision, her cool hands are on my cheeks.

“Joely? Joely! Oh, thank the goddess you’re all right.” She looks scared and her face is very pale in the morning light.

Morning light? But the eclipse was happening only a moment ago. I blink up at my friend and realize she’s been crying. Her face is smeared with tears and her eyes are puffy.

“What happened?” I whisper.

“You… Joely… I think. I…” She shakes her head as if she’s confused.

“What?” I sit up and glance around the circle, trying to decipher the cascade of emotions running through me. The candles have gone out, everything is covered in dew. I hug myself, remembering the cry of the woman in the vision… trying to shake the feeling that I am more alone than I have ever been in my life.

“I can’t believe it. I mean. I know what I saw. And… holy shit, Joely.”

I realize absently that Nessa’s been talking nonstop.

I shake my head. “What?”

“I saw those crows and then… I saw you. You did something with your hands and you… you…”

“Ravens,” I say.

“What?”

“They weren’t crows, they were ravens.” I touch my chest where the one bird dove into me. There’s a low humming vibration inside my ribcage that makes me feel like I can take off right now and sprout wings.

“Oh.” She waves the thought away. “Crows, ravens, whatever. That doesn’t matter. Joely… you flew.”

My mouth goes dry as I take in her words. “I what?”

She nods. “You flew.”

“Flew?”

She nods again, her eyes wide. “Floated. Levitated, whatever. You were hanging out in the air, like twenty feet up, with those two birds flying circles around you.”

I laugh because it sounds totally ridiculous. “That isn’t possible.” I replay the events of the past few moments in my head, and sure enough… I remember floating, but… “I thought I dreamt it.”

“Um. Nope. It was totally real. And you know what it means?”

“What does it mean?” The question makes my stomach drop and my skin break out in a flash of sweat, as if I were a little girl about to get into a heap of trouble.

Nessa smiles and wipes a tear from her cheek. “Joely, you have magic.”

I have magic.