Red: The Wolves Must Die by Emily Clark

She's a demon hunter with a pack of wolves to bring down. He's her high school, human tutor who sees more than he should. Both outcasts amongst their peers, they just might be perfect for one another.

Artemis Ray hasn't gone to high school a day in her life—but when a pack of demons in the form of wolves descend on the sleepy town of Carmine, New York, and start taking human sacrifices from the local high school, she's assigned her first real hunting mission—one perfectly suited to her. And she's ready for it and the initiation completing it will bring to her life: she'll become a full-fledged demon hunter.

She has a plan: get in, act as bait, kill the wolves, get out. With her dad/demonology teacher, and her team, she's sure they can accomplish this before Halloween. But enrolling in high school is not as easy as she thought. She has teachers who expect her to show up, listen in class, and do homework. And to ensure she does, her science teacher assigns his TA, Leonardo Thomas Kincaid, to tutor her. She knows his whole name because Leo introduced himself. With all. Three. Names. He takes his tutoring way too seriously, and won't leave her alone until she's studied and done her homework. Ugh.

It makes hunting the wolves impossible! But he's smart for a human, he makes plans and has hobbies, and dreams that take her breath away—endless possibilities for his future when all she's had is one. One path. One way. One future.

He intrigues her—and that fact has nothing to do with him being easy on the eyes . . . in a super nerdy sort of way. He's a distraction—an exciting one.

Especially when she finds out one of his hobbies is studying the wolves.

Tom Kincaid is used to being alone. His parents died in a car accident three years before, he's been in and out of different foster homes ever since, and being a nerdy, lanky boy with glasses in high school with the first name “Leonardo” during the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle era hasn't exactly made him lots of friends. All his obsessions don't help his cause either.

Like now: he's studying a local legend that keeps the townsfolk from even looking at the color red during October, let alone wearing it—and embracing the ages-old grandma smell of rose oil. So weird. Then she shows up—red hair, red hoodie, named Red—or so she says. She's a breath of fresh “I don't give a fig” air with a presence that dares you to look away—but he can't.

Red's familial bond is everything he wishes he had, her hobbies include LARPing (surprisingly) and “hunting” (her words—also really?), her spare time is used to practice throwing axes in her backyard with her grandma, dad, and brothers, and her nights are spent wandering the woods where a vicious pack of wolves has been killing folks—teen folks in red, to be exact. The ones who take the dares, put on red, and walk into the woods like some bravery test that gets them killed every time. Lambs to the slaughter.

Idiots.

Tom knows because he spends his nights in the woods, in all black and armed with a baseball bat and, ahem, rose oil, studying the wolves. He's strewn clothes from Goodwill all over the forest in a plethora of colors, but it's only the red ones that go missing—that get taken by the wolves. And Red knows it. He knows she does because he saw her out there dressed like a warrior princess carrying an ax. It was hot.

He's not leaving her alone until he gets answers. And maybe, if he's lucky, a kiss or two.

A Little Red Riding Hood Fairytale YA retelling with a paranormal twist and 90s nostalgic humor you won't want to miss!

“Witty and fun contemporary retelling of Little Red Riding Hood with a swoony romance.”

AMAZON