An untrained witch abandoned by her coven forms an unlikely bond with a werewolf far from home
It all started with a really bad date…
Mari Sowka is a bookworm, a chocolate-lover, and a witch. In theory, anyway. She possess magic like her mother, her grandmother, and all of the women that came before her, but she’s never been taught to use it. After the tragic and apparently magic related death of her mother, Mari’s father banned her from learning or practicing witchcraft of any kind. Resigned to her mundane fate, Mari does her best to settle into life as a young adult.
Except everything mundane about her life goes out the window when her date attacks her in a secluded park and Mari is rescued by a werewolf.
Cursed by a witch with rare and powerful magic, Jasper thought he was doomed to walk on four legs for as long as he lived before madness took him. His pack and much of his humanity are already lost when he comes across a young witch that smells of honeysuckle and home. One wolfish act of violence intertwines their fates, sending them on a journey across the state in search of a lost werewolf pack, fleeing a dangerous witch, and seeking the truth about Mari’s heritage.
Hunter’s Moon is a story of two lost souls in search of home.
For Jasper, that search is literal. After being sent out on an important task to protect the secrets of his pack, he finds himself caught in the trap of a witch with strange and rare powers. In an attempt to control him, the witch curses him, binding him to the body of a wolf.
Though he is a strong enough to escape her hold, Jasper quickly discovers he is lost without his humanity. With a muddled mind and no sense of where he came from or who he is, he slowly begins descending into the madness. For a werewolf, taking the form of the beast for too long is as good as a death sentence. He knows it’s only a matter of time before he loses control and the mundane world learns what he is.
To Mari, home was never a concrete place. It was an idea, the feeling of belonging. For most of her life she watched her family from the outside, never quite fitting into the boring and mundane structure created by her father’s second marriage. Those days as an outsider were survivable because she knew one day she would earn her freedom—freedom from her father’s rules and freedom from the world without magic.
Like her mother, her grandmother, and the many, many women who came before her, Mari was a witch. Or she would have been if only her grandmother’s coven had accepted her. When she loses any hope and sense of purpose that came with joining that sacred sisterhood and learning the ways of a true witch, she decides the best thing to do is come to terms with the rejection and do her best to live a normal life.
All thoughts of normal quickly go out the window when her date tries to assault her and she’s rescued by a very unlikely hero. Mari might not be trained in spellcasting but she has enough sense to recognize that Jasper is no ordinary animal. Though he can’t speak and she has no way to understand who and what he is, she’s drawn to him.
Their meeting seems fated, a perfect connection orchestrated by the divine. Their bond grows fast and fierce as they are both thrust into the path of a radical coven seeking to empower the dwindling world of witches. They quickly realize their only hope of safety is to find Jasper’s missing pack, sending them on a journey across the state into unknown territory.
Mari is caught between two warring sides and must decide which is the more dangerous choice; joining a coven of power hungry casters or seeking refuge with a pack of werewolves.
