“We thought it was a hoax, a Halloween hoax…” And so, I told my story to a monster I wasn’t even sure could understand it. While he carried me through the snowstorm, I noticed the other Ravers moving closer like they were listening... Hours later, the storm abated. The evening glow painted the sky a thousand shades of intense lavender, magenta, and orange. We were below the ridges of the mountains, navy lines creasing the freshly fallen white snow. Looking around, I realized exactly where I was. Richard set my feet on the porch of the house Saul and I stayed in during the week we burned and buried the dead of his pack. The Ravers had brought me back to Monarch Mountain.
The hoax turned into a nightmare, and the nightmare became her reality. After the Revelation Night, Quinn Shalom Phillips woke up a werewolf. Her human family was killed, and she was pregnant by her werewolf mate, Alpha Commander Jake Vanguard, who was one of those who went mad from the sweet-smelling snow. The last thing her late husband said to her, still haunted her and her wolf. “Something went wrong, Quinn. Something with the program went very wrong, they tested it against my recommendation.” Everyone is looking for her, everyone wants her child, the heir of the American Werewolf Monarchy, but Shalom is living in the land of Ravers; the mutated, raving mad ones who are all that remain of the Werewolves of Monarch Mountain. To find her and steal her son, those who would keep the truth of the Revelation Night a secret must go through the Ravers.