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Chapter One
Lucia Novak launched the breakfast sandwich at Krueger Kannon’s face.
Kru ducked neatly, barely avoiding being hit in the face with breakfast. “What is your problem?” he barked out.
“Why do you keep leaving your dumb half-eaten food on my front porch?” she yelled.
“Why would you think it’s me?”
“Because you are the only one who does weird shit around here! There’s five of them!”
In the early-morning light, Krueger Kannon looked absolutely baffled. He twisted around and eyed the breakfast sandwich that had exploded into three pieces—biscuit, egg, and sausage patty—upon its collision with the earth, and then back to Lucia. “I forgot you even lived here! You never stay the night in the trailer park, so what would I have to gain by leaving my food on your porch, that I never go on?”
Well…he had her there.
“If you do it again, I’m going to eat you,” she promised.
“Uuuh, okay,” he murmured awkwardly, and then strode for his truck.
“Are you all right?” Cadence called from her front porch as her mate climbed up into his truck.
“I’m fine!” Lucia lied as she did an about-face and stomped toward her trailer.
“You seem extra angry this morning,” Cadence pointed out right before she slammed the door closed. “Maybe we synced up our periods,” Cadence’s annoying, muffled voice traveled through the barely-insulated walls of the single-wide mobile home. “I’m also on mine! Do you want chocolate? Kru got me the good kind. I can share with you! He got me extra!”
Stupid Kru and stupid Cadence with their perfect, obnoxiously healthy relationship. Oh, he bought her chocolate for her period? Of course he did. What a wiener-fart.
A flash of what would happen to this trailer park consumed her mind, and she closed her eyes tightly against the terror of it. Flames licked the edges of her mind, and her senses filled with smoke. Her ears hurt from the sound of a scream. Was it Jenna? Cadence? Was that Lucia’s scream?
The vision wasn’t real. Yet.
She hated being this…this…whatever she was.
She hadn’t signed up to have the power to see the future like her father, Beaston, or like her brother, Weston. She hadn’t signed up to be a grizzly shifter without a freaking animal. She wished she was like her mother—a raven shifter with no prophesy powers.
Lucia blew out a long breath, pulled her phone out of her back pocket, and texted her mom. Lunch date this week? Mostly she just desperately needed a normal conversation and some understanding from the person who knew her the best.
Her mother, Aviana Novak, texted back immediately. Noon tomorrow works for me.
A smile drifted across Lucia’s face and she huffed a sigh, expelling the tension. Her mom always responded immediately to her babies. It didn’t matter that Lucia was grown. She typed out, Noon works. Moosey’s Barbecue. Send.
See you then, little bear.
Lucia leaned her head against the door and closed her eyes tightly. Flames licked the edges of her mind, and she shook her head hard to try and dispel the remnants of that awful vision. Three nights in a row she’d dreamed of the downfall of Smashland Mobile Park, and three nights in a row she’d woken up terrified.
She liked this place, though she would never admit it to the dipshits who lived here.
Her phone vibrated in her palm and she checked the text message, expecting it to be from her mom.
It wasn’t.
Do you want a dick pic or not? The text had been sent from an unknown number.
What the what?
Lucia narrowed her eyes at the glowing screen, then blocked the number. It was probably that guy she’d blessed with a make-out session at a speed-dating event a couple months ago, Steve. He’d had a dad-bod and a receding hairline, and she was into both of those, but he wasn’t very smart, and she needed someone who was smart.
She’d known he would find a way to contact her. That’s what boys did when she bestowed make-out sessions upon them. They would try to find something that made them feel as alive as she did, fail, and then they would contact her.
