Night has fallen and a blood red moon has risen.

A piercing howl splits the night as Jennifer cowers against her headboard looking at those crowded around her bed. They call themselves family, but to her they are complete strangers—until Lance walks in.

The only one that didn’t seem to belong.

He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. Dark, piercing sapphire eyes, clean shaven, and dressed in an expensive suit, the kind you see only on high priced lawyers—or gangsters.

From within the dappled shadows of the veranda, stood Lance’s twin, Stefan. Since the twin brothers hate each other, Stefan, identical in looks except for his own unique brand of cavalier magic, can only watch her from afar.

Lance, aware of Stefan’s feelings for her, forbids bad boy Stefan to come around Jennifer, but Stefan, with his own arrogant charm and wicked pleasures, can’t stay away. As a result, Jennifer is pursued by both, being slowly drawn into their unholy world of werewolves, witches and full moons.

“They were born together—they will die together,” the local witch predicts. This prediction comes true on a night when a Wishing Night Ball is planned. It’s during this celebration that Lance and Stefan engage in a fight to the finish over Jennifer, and the Wishing Night Ball—becomes a Festival of Death.

Jennifer watches in horror, remembering that she is pregnant with twins, and wonders—will the curse continue into the next generation?