Books talk to me. Literally. It's the best kind of magick I know.

If only book aficionado Leo Kingsley would open up to me, too.

I tell myself I only want to know him because his famous library calls to me. My witchy power yearns to discover what his collection has to tell me.

But the truth is, I find him just as fascinating. What will he tell me, if and when I get him to trust me?

Things get interesting when I discover a "normal" book. As in mute. As in not speaking to me.

Searching for clues as to why, I approach Leo, unknowingly setting off a chain of events that lead to a beast of a secret and causes wild animals to suddenly attack our town.

Can I uncover the mystery of who is controlling them and why? Will Leo trust me with his hairy conundrum? Or will bringing the book's truth to light cost me Leo along with my heart?