Mally Jourdain is a terrible witch. So bad, she might as well be human. Until she discovers a mortally wounded rougarou, one of the wolfmen of the bayous, in a New Orleans alleyway--and she heals him. With magic. Fun fact: witches cannot heal rougarous. Even the most powerful witches. But Mally did.
And he ran off into the night--with not so much as a thank you. Rude.
Now, Mally's life is getting even weirder. She's being followed by a group of teenagers, who could be identical quadruplets with buck teeth. She's nearly abducted by a super creepy gator Shifter, and she's also stalked by greaser wannabes, who look like the rejects from a prison production of West Side Story. Things can't possibly get stranger.
Or maybe it could, because the rougarou is watching her, too. What's that saying--no good deed goes unpunished?
On the upside, Mally suddenly seems to be a very important witch.
On the downside, Mally suddenly seems to be a very important witch.
She has no idea what all these creatures want from her. And she's not sure she is witch enough to find out.
