Sleepwalking may be the death of me... again.

I thought things would get better now that I no longer had assassins after my head. Although it's fun eating people who misgender me, I'm just so thirsty all the time. And until I improve, I'm barred from seeing Jack, my were-jackal boyfriend.

My babysitter, I mean 'vampire mentor, ' isn't much help either.

As if things weren't bad enough, the amulet that started this mess is whispering to me. Calling me somewhere. I think it might be my mysterious maker. Judging by the trail of bodies they're leaving across the globe, I don't want to know what will happen if I can't keep resisting.

*Bloodline of the Ancients is a dark urban fantasy with a trans-masc protagonist and a MM romance.