Once upon a time they called me Ms. Tyler, Leigh to my friends. I was a kindergarten teacher who dreamed of love, children and that cliché picket fence. Then my worst mistake came back and brutally took away everything I ever loved. Mistakes . . . they can haunt you. Until you make them stop. I became a hunter, a . Specialty: Werewolves. My starry-eyed dreams might be dead, but that doesn't mean everyone else's has to be. But now there's a bigger, badder beast in town and it's doing my work for me. Distractions can be deadly and Damien Fitzgerald, a drifter with a questionable past is the ultimate distraction. When I gave up love, I gave up sex. Damien makes me wonder if maybe, just maybe, that was a mistake. However people who hang around me too long wind up dead, and I can't live with any more souls on my conscience. In the end, the only way to save anyone, including myself, is to come face-to-face with my past. But am I strong enough to triumph over an evil no one else has ever vanquished before?