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Other: A Secret Shifter Story | Hardback | Scratch & Dent

Other: A Secret Shifter Story | Hardback | Scratch & Dent

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Confessing I’m a shapeshifter could get me killed.

I crave the forbidden rush of leaping from my bedroom window at night and transforming into an owl, but I could lose it all if anyone catches me. Shapeshifting can be a beautiful and deadly secret.

I’m Other. A half-pooka shapeshifter, to be exact. In the small town of Klikamuks, Washington, coming out as a paranormal person means staring down the barrel of a shotgun. I haven’t even told my boyfriend, Zack, who I really am. And I’m hoping he will be the boy to take my virginity.

Worse, a pack of werewolves claims the national forest behind my house as their territory. Tensions in Klikamuks escalate into murder.

A serial killer is targeting Others like me.

On the hunt for clues, I meet Tavian, a sexy Japanese fox-spirit who challenges me to embrace my shapeshifting. He rivals Zack and makes me question everything.

Can I find the killer before he finds me, or will my secrets be the death of me?

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Other has it all: love, shifters, pookas, and nail-biting action. What’s even better, Kincy’s characters are vibrant, real and lovable. This is a debut that leaves you aching for more.”
– Carrie Jones, New York Times bestselling author of Need and Captivate

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “This who-done-it is an unusual blend of mystery and fantasy, starring original characters not often featured in modern urban fantasy for teens. I really enjoyed it.”
– Annette Curtis Klause, author of Blood and Chocolate
Sneak Peek

I can’t last much longer. It’s been one week, three days, and I forget how many hours.

My belly cramps, and I curl on my bed, staring out at the stars. A delicious breeze glides through my window and cools my sweaty forehead. The air smells of summer—mowed grass, recent rain, lingering barbecue—and tempts me more than I want to admit. Shards of moonlight and shadow shift on the wall. I clench my teeth and toes and try to ride out the pain. My bedroom drifts counterclockwise, and I shut my eyes.

It can’t be good for me, not shapeshifting.

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