Prologue
I was slowly getting used to being the oddball fledgling in the Tulsa House of Night as the only fledgling to have full, filled in tattoos. I had recently battled against a fellow fledgling and her minions.
My friends Damien, Erin, Shaunee and Stevie Ray have supported me through the whole debacle.
I'd give anything to return to those times. The days where all I had to worry about was what to eat at lunch, Erik Night's drama performances, and my friends sometimes inappropriate conversation. The easy days. The days before everything changed . . . .
