When the first purgatum in over a millennium surfaces, Kristos can't deny the instinct to protect her.
But can he keep her safe when the day-walking vampire from his past will stop at nothing to get his hands on her?


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With a simple phone call, 2000-year-old werebear Kristos finds himself inexorably pulled back toward the purpose he was built for.
A purpose he's been trying to ignore for easily half his life.
A purpose he thought had died long ago


But this purgatum is the first he's known of in centuries.
The church killed the last one.


Racing to her side from halfway across the country, Kristos learns that the day-walking vampire from his past is still alive.
And he's probably not looking to rekindle their passions.


If Kristos can't find a way to stop him, it spells certain death for the purgatum, and likely all of the werewolves soon after.


He can't let himself fail again.