Greyson Marx has had the worst year. (In 2020, we can all relate to that, right?) His wife was murdered. He learned first-hand that monsters exist. He doubted everything he knew, flushed his life down the toilet, and seriously considered checking himself into a sanatorium--do they still call them that?--for good.
Then he got busy. This wasn't a delusion or a mistake; this was war.
After months getting into the best shape of his life, Greyson is ready to take on the night. However, on his first hunt, he's about to learn that slaying a vampire might involve biting off more than he can chew.
