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The air-boys are gone. At least that’s what people keep saying. Yet when Cameron Herrick discovers something that should not be there in a dead girl’s room, he begins to question many of the things he has been told. The world is at peace. Extreme poverty has been eliminated and a looming environmental collapse has been averted. The mighty Subah Corporation whose green technology inspired this new age is more trusted than governments. Its only remaining critics are those who lost fortunes and influence with the demise of the old petro-fueled order. There were others but the air-boys are gone.

When her father suddenly dies, Winter Grace, 17, is forced to fly across the country and attend a mysterious prep school, an ancient castle in a fog-covered island on the coast of Maine. Nothing here is what it seems, and it isn’t long before Winter, feeling a surging power for the first time, realizes that she is not who—or what—she thinks she is.

When her father suddenly dies, Winter Grace, 17, is forced to fly across the country and attend a mysterious prep school, an ancient castle in a fog-covered island on the coast of Maine. Nothing here is what it seems, and it isn’t long before Winter, feeling a surging power for the first time, realizes that she is not who—or what—she thinks she is.

I ran from my fated mate. I drove to the middle of nowhere, where I thought I'd be safe. And somehow, I ended up here. Amarok has secrets. And it's a town filled with shifters. The very thing I've been trying to get away from. The two alphas in the town are determined to have me. But a killer wants the very same thing. Me? I just want whatever's inside of me to be released. They call me wild. But I just want to be free.

As if starting a new middle school isn’t bad enough; now, I’m pretty sure my adoptive mom wants to send me back to the orphanage, my evil adoptive sister is trying to ruin my life, and the entire eighth grade thinks I’m a total dork because of an unfortunate beach experience involving a poisonous jellyfish. (OK, it was only a waterlogged plastic baggie that I mistook for a jellyfish, but still.) All of that, and more, recorded on the pages of this diary, and dedicated to “M” - the mother who gave me away.