The Bloodbound Heir: A Werewolf Paranormal Romance (Paperback) (ISBN-13: 9798279235971)

She was a queen who died by betrayal. Now she's back-and she doesn't remember any of it.

Sage Morrison is a forensic artist with a gift she can't explain. She draws faces from witness descriptions and somehow knows where killers will strike before they do. The nightmares of running through forests on four legs? Just stress. The inexplicable "hunches" that solve impossible cases? Coincidence.

Until her grandmother dies and the protections hiding Sage's true nature die with her.

I inherit a chest I'm forbidden to open and a letter warning me that "wolves will come." Before I can process the insanity, three massive werewolves attack my grandmother's cabin-claiming they need my blood to save their dying mate.

Then two strangers appear to rescue me. One shifts into a wolf the size of a small car. The other moves like smoke and carries silver knives. Both call me by a name that isn't mine.

"Katalina."

That's when the memories start bleeding through.

Three hundred years ago, I was Katalina Moone-Queen of the First Pack, witch-werewolf hybrid, architect of a treaty meant to unite all wolves. I was poisoned by someone I trusted, murdered before I could finish what I'd started.

But I didn't just die. I cursed every wolf in North America. And I promised to return.

Now I'm back. My powers are awakening. My memories are fragmented. And apparently, I have not one but two fated mates who've been waiting centuries for me to remember them.

The problem? Multiple wolf packs want me dead. Others want to use my blood for dark rituals. And the prophecy I set in motion three hundred years ago is about to reach its tipping point.

The wolves I'm supposed to lead are at war. The treaty I died creating is failing. And the betrayer who poisoned me? Still alive, still plotting, and definitely not happy I'm back.

My name is Sage Morrison. Or Katalina Moone. Or maybe both.

I'm a reincarnated werewolf queen with forensic skills, fragmenting memories, and two impossibly protective Alphas who insist I don't have to choose between them.

The past wants justice. The present needs a leader. And I'm the only one who can give them both.

If I can remember who I was before the wolves tearing through Chicago find me first.