When soldiers come and haul the kids off to a prison work camp, Charlie finds himself no longer able to hide the truth of what he is. If that isn’t bad enough, the magic buried inside him is growing stronger and more out of control. As Charlie struggles with his own problems, and with the dangers of the work camp, he finds himself swept up in a much larger struggle, one whose outcome could decide the future of the world.
Excerpt: Charlie looked up at the sound of his name, though it took a conscious effort to pry his eyes from the unbelievable truth he held in his hands. The Shadowhound was staring down at him with its blood-red eyes. For a heartbeat they stood frozen that way, the boy looking at the hound, the hound looking back at the boy. Then the hound lunged.
Charlie slammed the file back into the cabinet and bolted down the aisle in what he hoped was the direction of the door. In his panic, he ran full force into the thing, knocking himself backwards in the process. Sharp pain shot up his tail bone as he hit the hard concrete floor.
Charlie was quickly back on his feet, scrabbling at the door knob. Twist and turn and pull as he might, the door would not budge. He flung himself at it, screaming at the top of his lungs as he pounded his fists against the smooth wood.
A snarl sounded close and Charlie whirled, pressing his back against the door. The Shadowhound stood beside the nearest cabinet, head lowered, lips pulled back to reveal long, pointed teeth.