Devri Walls is the best-selling author of six YA fantasy novels. She is a theater major with a flare for the dramatic and wishes more than anything for a magic wand. Devri is from Boise Idaho where she lives with her husband, two kids and the cutest mutt of a dog the world has ever seen. When she’s not writing she can be found teaching voice lessons, trying to resist the urge to sell her two beautiful children to the circus, and cooking. Because…. food. Mmmmmmm.
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"Six years ago, Grey Malteer was attacked by creatures he thought couldn’t possibly exist. They repeated a word, calling him a name he’d never heard before…Venator. Since then, his life has been a hellhole of secrecy—hiding old pain alongside strange new abilities.
Rune Jenkins has an itch, as she calls it, but it’s more than that. It’s an anger that builds up like the inside of a boiler whenever she’s around anything remotely supernatural. The pressure is growing steadily worse and she can’t understand why. All she knows is—her control is slipping.
By order of an unknown council Grey and Rune are pulled through a portal in the St. Louis arch, landing them in an alternate dimension where creatures of myth and legend exist. A realm that calls them, Venators.
Made up of centuries old fae, vampires, werewolves, elves and succubi the council’s corrupt nature becomes obvious as they seek to wield the newly returned Venators as weapons. Wedged in an impossible position, Grey and Rune must decide their fate—do they go against the council’s wishes and help the innocents of this unforgiving land, or face the possibility of execution by the council."
Being stalked by the most terrifying thing he’d ever seen, Grey realized a glaring fault in his romanticized dreams—the ones where Tate returned to rescue him. This wasn’t a dream…it was a nightmare.
“Rune, stay back.” Grey gripped the dagger—it gave him all the confidence of trying to take down a polar bear with a toothpick.
The wolf was so close now. All he could see was a giant snarling mouth, glittering brown eyes, and the deliberate movement of the shoulders as it stalked its prey.
The thing leapt, and dinner-plate sized paws punched into his chest like sledgehammers, knocking him flat on his back and pinning his arms to the ground. Grey struggled, trying to defend himself, but a few hundred pounds of wolf kept him immobilized.
A deep rumble rolled through the werewolf’s chest, a very human-like chuckle. There was a devious glint in the eyes and it leaned closer, jaw opening wide. The stench of its breath was overwhelmingly foul but played second fiddle to the palatable flavor of death that overrode Grey’s senses
He turned his head away, the only defense against watching his own demise.
There was a blur of legs and shoes, and then Rune barreled into the side of the beast, shoving her shoulder into its ribs like a linebacker, knocking him sideways and clear of Grey. The werewolf snarled, rolling immediately to its feet. Rune scrambled backwards onto her heels and the palms of her hands, looking around for anything she could use to defend herself—there was nothing but grass.
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