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After a near-death experience that killed his friend, James develops the power to see the unseen. This 'gift' becomes a curse when his family moves into a new home beset by darkness. James must solve the puzzle of the vengeful spirits and the added question of why his friend's soul still lingers and deals with conflicted emotions about secrets never told. Neither life or death are simple, and evil lurks in both.

"What is a human like you doing in a werewolf tribe?" he asks, his piercing gaze fixed on me. I almost scoff but think better of it. His kind is ruthless, and the last thing I want is to land on the bad side of my new master. "If only your kind weren’t tearing mine away from our families and torture us for fun," I reply, my biting sarcasm still slipping through despite my best efforts to keep my anger at bay. He doesn’t flinch, nor does he lash out, which surprises me. Still, I don’t dare meet his eyes. "Would you like to go with me?" he asks after a long silence. That’s when I finally look up. "Goods like me don’t get choices, Alpha. We obey." ***** For twelve years, I’ve done everything to keep my head down and stay out of the way of my masters. I count the days until I can escape and have my freedom. It’s so close I can almost taste it, until that one night when I make a silly mistake. I spill a drink on an Alpha. "Alpha Kael, let me make amends for this terrible mistake the human made," Alpha Lucian declares. "I offer her to you as a gift from my heart!" Just like that, I find myself tossed from one ruthless Alpha into the hands of another.

On her first day at work, a new colleague uploaded a 500-million-dollar property purchase agreement to the company group chat. The message was accompanied by the caption: “Thanks for the gift for my first day at work, Dad!” She quickly deleted it, following up with, “Sorry, wrong chat!” I frowned, recognizing the contract immediately. It was the same property my father gifted me for my birthday a month ago. Some sharp-eyed colleagues noticed the contract number and chimed in. “I have a relative in real estate. I remember this property. Our chairman bought it recently!” “So, the heiress has joined us to experience life. Forgive your humble servant for not recognizing you!” The chat was soon filled with flattering remarks. Even my stingy and miserly husband joined in. I felt a coldness in my heart and couldn’t help but respond in the group chat, “I recall the president always opposing ostentatious displays of wealth and advocating humility. This heiress seems to veer away from his usual philosophy.” Instead of support, I faced attacks from my husband and others. “Look at you being so poor and petty. How could you ever compare to Grace? Why did I ever marry someone so shortsighted?” “As if you know the president that well! I think you’re just jealous that Grace was born with a silver spoon!” I sneered coldly and, without hesitation, dialed the president’s number right in front of everyone. “Dad, I heard we’re not that close, hmm?”

Five years ago, when my boyfriend's small company was on the brink of bankruptcy I stepped in to save him, quietly supporting him from the shadows. Without revealing my identity, I became the company’s largest shareholder. Five years later, the night before his company was set to go public, he held me in his arms and said, "Emma, after the company goes public tomorrow, don’t leave. I have a surprise for you." At that moment, I was swept away by the idea of his "surprise," my mind racing with the hopeful thought that he might propose. I didn’t notice the cold glint of malice lurking in his eyes. The next day, as his company went public, he slapped me across the face and sneered, "Do you even see what kind of person you are? Did you really think someone like you could marry me?" He grabbed me by the hair and dragged both me and my best friend in front of a crowd of thugs and beggars he’d gathered. “These worthless cast-offs aren’t good enough for me anymore. Consider them my gift to you. Do whatever you like with them!”