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They say opposites attract. And in the case of werewolves Anna Latham and Charles Cornick, they mate. The son-and enforcer-of the leader of the North American werewolves, Charles is a dominant alpha. While Anna, an omega, has the rare ability to calm others of her kind.
Now that the werewolves have revealed themselves to humans, they can't afford any bad publicity. Infractions that could have been overlooked in the past must now be punished, and the strain of doing his father's dirty work is taking a toll on Charles.
Nevertheless, Charles and Anna are sent to Boston, when the FBI requests the pack's help on a local serial killer case. They quickly realize that not only the last two victims were werewolves-all of them were. Someone is targeting their kind. And now Anna and Charles have put themselves right in the killer's sights.
Charles and Anna will make you fall in love in Fair Game if you haven't yet after Cry Wolf or Hunting Ground. To give you a little bit of gossip Charles is haunted by the souls of those wolves he assassinated in the past and this started to take its toll on his marriage. Anna for her part played the devoted and enduring wife with a bite. This girl has sass, going up to the Marrok demanding that he release Charles from his duties. But Bran won't budge so Anna went to Asil and had him speak to Bran on her behalf. You have to admire this woman, for someone so petite she has a lot of pull even without her Omega skills.
For Anna he would destroy the world.
The conflict was classic Patricia Briggs, packed with action and a hurricane of emotions not just between Anna and Charles but the secondary characters as well. There are witchcraft and a group of fae involved and the visuals PBriggs threw in are magical. Not only that but I feel that this is the most sexual of PBriggs book, don't get me wrong it's still far cry from straight up sexy but hopefully she'll get to that point. The resolution came in two parts, just when we thought it's all over and everyone can release a deep sigh of relief, something else happens that trumps the mock climax. My favorite part was towards the end when the Gray Lord Prince denounced his affinity with the US government and declared independence for the fae. The pomp and circumstance of the Gray Lord Prince was beautiful:
Fifty-nine black horses stood motionless on the roadway in front of the courthouse. They were tall and slender, like thoroughbred race horses, except their manes and tails were fuller - absurdly so. Silver chains were woven through their manes, and on the chains were silver bells.
I still call dibs on Bran Cornick and deer pancake sounds disgusting.