Nightmares, visions, those replaying horror movies in your mind that cause you to be afraid of the one thing you can't escape: Werewolves. For Hazel, there's no place to run, because in the eyes of her friends she is but a mindless monster. And if that weren't hard enough, she's got to deal with her oh-so-sexy overbearing mate. As if that wasn't bad enough her best friends in love with her, her duties as the future Luna are horrid, and to top it off Hazel has reason to believe her (assumed) dead triplet sister might be the reason why she's having the nightmares. Could the one person she'd forced herself to forget be alive and begging for help?