Elizabeth Ferral has a secret. (Don't they always?) Only she has no clue about it. A daughter of the Makah tribe and a Quiluete's imprint's long lost niece, does she have what it takes to live up to the expectations of her forefathers, when she believes them all dead? And how in the good name of God is she Irish? And why does that Jacob Black keep starin' at her like a peacock?

To the common man, dark colors and scowls and keeping knives on your person is the sign of a psychotic soul. It clearly screams to stay away from them. Laughter and darkness do not merge very well. When purity rivals with cruelty, it makes the match of rivaling Seth Clearwater with the most unlikely and hated person in the entire state of Washington, for people and police alike.