They call me a monster. They say that my bloodlust is too dangerous. That my other form is too powerful.
But I can’t change what I am.
A berserker. A species that has so few females we’re more legend than reality. But the day I shifted into my monstrous-form and killed, it didn’t matter. Not that I’m rare. Not that the creatures I slaughtered deserved it.
Sent to a reform school as a last chance before execution, I now have to survive amongst the worst of my kind. And there’s a reason people fear berserkers. A good reason.
Not only that, but my rare ability has attracted the attention of a dangerous man who will stop at nothing to have me. Unfortunately for him, three supernaturals have sworn to protect me.
The three men might be the key to my survival; they could even be the fated mates that can love me, both sides of me. And yet, even if they can keep me safe from my enemies, they can’t keep me safe from myself.
If I show my other side again, I’m dead.
And the thing is, there’s no taming a berserker.
Interesting Now that is a very interesting way of dealing with problems. To put it mildly I can’t wait to read this next one!