"I thought that my biggest problem was a curse that turned me into a golden retriever instead of a wolf. Then I accidentally took on a second curse that bound my fate to that of the world's. If I die, everyone else goes down in flames too. Ragnarök is now in my hands. All that means running from everyone trying to kill me. My mate. My brothers. My mother. What a clusterfluck. Add in Loki, Freya, and a host of the Norse pantheon to the mix, each one trying to manipulate me to their own paths, and you've got a recipe for chaos. What's a girl to do? Find a new path that no one expects, and run straight into the arms of disaster. Or as some might call it...straight into the arms of Havoc"--