Welcome to the cozy mountain town of Pineville, Virginia. It's autumn, the leaves are gold and orange, the apples are crisp and sweet, town residents are going missing, and a bloodthirsty monster with ten-inch claws is loose in the forest. Morgan Reaves tries her damndest NOT to use magic. That's why she hid in Pineville, after all. But now, Morgan needs to dust off her spell-casting skills, ASAP. Problem is, she may have lost her touch. She has another problem, too, and it smells like wet dog. Max: AKA the naked man with rip-cord tight muscles that stumbled out of the woods near Morgan's house, ranting about curses and conspiracies and a coven of witches. Is he a werewolf? Well, yes. But he's also the only one who can help her defeat whatever evil is threatening her adopted hometown. That is, if they manage to not kill each other first...
Welcome to the cozy mountain town of Pineville, Virginia. It's autumn, the leaves are gold and orange, the apples are crisp and sweet, town residents are going missing, and a bloodthirsty monster with ten-inch claws is loose in the forest. Morgan Reaves tries her damndest NOT to use magic. That's why she hid in Pineville, after all. But now, Morgan needs to dust off her spell-casting skills, ASAP. Problem is, she may have lost her touch. She has another problem, too, and it smells like wet dog. Max: AKA the naked man with rip-cord tight muscles that stumbled out of the woods near Morgan's house, ranting about curses and conspiracies and a coven of witches. Is he a werewolf? Well, yes. But he's also the only one who can help her defeat whatever evil is threatening her adopted hometown. That is, if they manage to not kill each other first...
