Even with three sexy consorts and the power to kill, saving all of shifter-kind is a heck of a job.

Humans have always treated shifters like pets and toys. But a prophecy claims that three shifter queens will bring peace and justice. When the stars align, the queens will find their three fated consorts and save the world, blah blah. Prophecies never get into the useful details, do they?

I, Frankie Flanagan, am perfectly happy to stay in the shadows. I use my house cat charms as a spy, and fight with my trusty knives. My swoon-worthy wolf shifter childhood crush is a man now-and returning my feelings. If I'm a shifter queen, everyone will want a piece of me. Trading my freedom for power? No thanks.

Luckily, only one person has ever witnessed my true power: my rival Waylon Silver, the trouble-making son of a smuggler. I unleashed on him by accident years ago and haven't used any magic since. Uh, I also might have taken his eyesight and his memories in the process. Well, now Waylon's back, all grown up. He's studied magic, his memories are back, and if I don't do what he says, he'll expose me to the world and get his revenge. Did I mention he's gotten really hot? Damnit.

I don't need nine lives. I'd just like to keep the one I've got.