All young Albrim wanted to be is a master bowman like his father. Then a savage attack on his home cost him his family, his arm, and his humanity. Albrim does what he can to assist his master and redeem himself, but can a werewolf ever really recapture his humanity?

Her son is dead and her grandson Cursed. Gran has to send him into hiding to protect him, and to protect others from him. But there are those who hunt Weres to use for their own evil purposes, and they are backed by the resources of kingdoms. When these Were hunters begin snooping around Gran's small village, there's nothing that a sweet little old lady can do to protect her grandson from people of such power, is there? Apparently, you don't know Gran.