Until they were drawn into another world, Jasmine was unaware that her friend Wiley was special. Wiley is promised to the ruler of a wererace called the Haunt, a dangerous and proud race. Keilor is the commander of soldiers and well know as man not to be crossed, yet even he had never come face-to face with a torment such as the little brunette his princess calls friend. Is it possible for Jasmine to locate the portal to take her home, or will she acquire a werewolf to call her own?
"Wait a minute, Lemming! Let me catch my breath," Jasmine gasped as she clutched a slender poplar for balance. A shower of bright leaves and water peppered her head and shoulders as the tree swayed. For a moment, her vision blurred and her legs trembled, but she stiffened them to wait out the asthma attack. The painful tightness in her chest nagged at...