I knew I was in danger. But I could not compare the risk of my life to his. He was everything i'd ever dreamed of my first boyfriend, sweet, funny, cute, but more. Loki was a werewolf.

Michael was a vampire. Worse, he was my overprotective, idiot brother. And the questions swarmed in my head from the minute I knew.

How far would Michael go to protect me? Will he kill Loki? Will he make me a vampire?

Did he really care so much, or was it prejudice?