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It's not the happily ever after I'd always envisioned. The werewolves of the Brighton Pack are ready to do what their alpha couldn't. They just have to get in line behind my own coven, who not only want to end the first ever hybrid-witch - I understand why considering my magic has trebled, making me the strongest witch alive - they are hunting my brother, Drake, who is still in recovery after a breakdown.

Already a witch at breaking point, I really can't be dealing with the latest scandal affecting my life. I'm busy selling spells when my brother accidently kills a werewolf, attracting the wrath of my enemy, the Brighton Pack alpha, Malone. His attack leaves me with a scratch that turns me into the first ever hybrid-witch and solidifies my expulsion from the coven, leaving me all alone. I'm not sure how much more I can take.

My name's Devon Jinx, and, yes, I'm half warlock, half witch. But I couldn't care less about which kind of magic is better. All I want to do is keep my head down and get on with my new job as an investigator at the Hunted Witch Agency. A recent, shall we say, mistake has put me in place to inherit the leadership of the warlocks. Which means only one thing. I have a choice to make: leave behind my life of witchery to become a warlock, or lose my warlock magic forever. Complicating my choice is the fact that someone is trying to destroy the warlock coven.

If magic could kill, it would, or at least it would kill Devon Jinx. Half-warlock, half....well, it used to be half-witch, but I'm not so sure anymore. Ever since I defeated a powerful witch, my magic isn't what it used to be. And yet, I still hunt the ring leaders of the witch slave trade until a more unsavory plot appears. Gerard, my agent partner, works with me to unravel the mystery of the warlock and witch gatherings. Apparently, they want to do a lot more than party. They're prepared to create half-breeds, like me, to keep the warlock coven safe from the witches who threaten it.

The Hunted Witch Agency is hot on the heels of the leader of the witch slave trade. I'm determined to bring them down, even though they're closer to home than I realize. Gerard, the only male keeping me sane, is ready to put them down for good. Until I'm kidnapped. The witch who takes me has a personal vendetta. She can torture me all she likes, but she'll never make me give up my mission to end her enterprise. And her. I'm witch royalty, I'm a warlock disgrace. And now, I'm kidnapped. However, my magic is under control. For now. How long can I keep avoiding the inevitable?

Tensions are increasing in Brighton with the werewolves and witches about to show down over the famous standing stones. And where do I fit into all this? Smack-bang in the middle, pulled between both factions. Malone wants me to renounce my ties to the Brighton Coven, which should be easy, considering they expelled me when I became a hybrid. However, Drake, my dear brother, is still a witch. Which means I can't abandon him to rule a pack alongside my alpha mate. Can I bridge the gap between my two worlds and create harmony? Or will my alpha demand that I fall in line?

The alpha of the Crawley Pack may have ruined our lives and wedged an undeniable divide between Malone and I, but I will do anything in my power to bring him back to me. Even if that means binding my witch side and becoming a full werewolf. In my quest to find a witch powerful enough to break my curse, I inadvertently destroy my enemy and almost break myself. I swore to bring Malone back to me and my efforts are rewarded when he swears to protect me always. We will have the ceremony and finally be united.

Since inheriting the link to the main source of warlock magic, the bounty on my head has quadrupled. If I don't find a way to disconnect from the powerful source, the warlocks will hunt me down. Banished to the city of Edinburgh for protection, I throw myself into a new case. Magic drugs are on the rise, and the agency is tasked in bringing down the coven responsible for pushing contaminated batches. But with a powerful witch mob leader protecting our culprit, we may run out of time. In an effort to prevent further deaths, I use my magic...and bring the warlocks back onto my trail.

For Thor to live, Thunder Hunter must die. A thousand years, that's how long I've been hunting the Fallen Ones that escaped Freya's field. One-hundred and ninety-five down, five to go. Just five disgusting evil spirits until I die and Thor's thunder will be returned to him. Nothing will stand in the way of me completing my mission, not even the woman who claims to be a descendant of Freya. I will kill the next Fallen One, no matter what.

Layla has never been out of the rebel camp before, so when she's asked to help the Perfects with Amya, the leader of the cat rebels, she jumps at the chance. She meets Henry, the scientist in charge of Amya's care, and instantly falls into a love/hate relationship with him.

Gina is stuck in the jungle with the cat rebels. Her kidnapping shocks the Perfect into actually having to fend for herself in the real world. Noland is sent to rescue her, but he's caught too. The Perfect and Avoidable manage to escape the cat rebels, but how long will they last in the jungle?

Jason thought he'd lost Hope. She'd been showing interest in another man and it burnt his heart. The trial was underway and it was time to prove himself. When the cat rebels kidnapped him, he thought that he'd be killed. He had to get Hope back and he'd do anything to prove his worth to her. Even if that meant disowning the Perfects.

All my life I've believed that love was useless. I believed that I was useless. Until I became a warrior. The rebels are not what I thought they were. They're trying to unite with the Perfects as much as we are. They're just a bit better at making things happen. Going to their camp was a risk, but I had to find Hope. Not only did I find my best friend, I found a lot more. Friends, family, and could I finally believe in it...love?

My name is Hope and I'd like to introduce you to our world. Earth is full of two races, the Avoidables and the Perfects. I'm an Avoidable because I only have one arm. I was born that way, apparently. Because of my defect, my mother had to move to the Lower Side. The Perfects are humans that have no physical flaws. They live in luxury, while we live in filth.

I'm a protector of the ley lines, and I'm also the direct link to warlock magic. No wonder I'm amazingly amazing right now. Although, this amount of magic is making me shaky. Is any paranormal creature built to hold so much? Fighting the urge to use my magic every waking hour, I throw myself into the unfinished case of the Scottish mob coven and their poisoned drugs. My ignorance led me to believe I'd wrapped everything up with a bow. And yet, when our original culprit throws blame on the mob leader, we have to find evidence.