When a teen has an unexpected vision about a future murder, he must juggle newfound interest from the supernatural community with trying to prevent the murder from happening in this “riveting” ( Publishers Weekly , starred review) New York Times bestselling romantic fantasy from F.T. Lukens. Fifteen-year-old Cam Reynolds wants to spend his sophomore year flying under the radar. That shouldn’t be too hard, considering he’s a human going to school with kids who have paranormal powers, like his best friend and witch, Al, and his longtime werewolf crush, Mateo. Then Cam has a psychic glimpse of the future in front of most of the student body, seeing a gruesomely murdered teen girl from the point of view of the killer. When Cam comes to, he knows two things: someone he goes to school with is a future murderer, and his life is about to change. No longer a mere human but a clairvoyant, one of the rarest of supernatural beings, Cam finds himself at the center of attention for the first time. As the most powerful supernatural factions in the city court Cam and his gift, he’ll have to work with his friends, both old and new, to figure out who he can trust and who might be a werewolf in sheep’s clothing. Because the clock is ticking, and Cam and his friends must identify the girl in the vision, find her potential killer, and prevent the murder from happening. Or the next murder Cam sees might be his own. A must-have where fantasy is popular, especially for collections accessible to younger teens -- School Library Journal "A fun, twisty mystery with deep undertones.” -- Kirkus Reviews ― 3/15/25 Lukens ( Spell Bound ) dazzles in this paranormal adventure about a psychic teen attempting to stop a murder before it occurs. In a world where beings such as vampires, werewolves, and faeries live among mortals, Cam is a human whose only goal is to fly under the radar at his new school. Though Cam’s parents urge him to avoid paranormal students, he’s excited to attend school with his witch best friend Al and develops a crush on werewolf classmate Mateo. Things take a turn when, following a fight between students, Cam is caught in the ensuing chaos; he falls, hits his head, and has a vivid dream from the POV of an unknown, knife-wielding assailant about an injured girl he doesn’t recognize. Realizing his dream was a psychic glimpse into the future, he must reckon with the fact that he’s not human—and he’s the only one who can stop this would-be murder. Lukens delivers a riveting mystery via propulsive and carefully balanced plotting, distinctly rendered characters, and immersive worldbuilding that believably examines themes of prejudice, social pressures, family strife, and navigating unrealistic expectations. Ages 14–up. (Apr.) -- Publishers Weekly, STARRED REVIEW ― 1/20/2025 F.T. Lukens is a New York Times bestselling author of YA speculative fiction including the novels Spell Bound , So This Is Ever After , and In Deeper Waters (2022 ALA Rainbow Booklist; Junior Library Guild Selection), as well as other science fiction and fantasy works. Their contemporary fantasy novel The Rules and Regulations for Mediating Myths & Magic was a 2017 Cybils Award finalist in YA Speculative Fiction and won the Bisexual Book Award for Speculative Fiction. F.T. resides in North Carolina with their spouse, three kids, three dogs, and three cats. Chapter 1 1 A RAVEN PERCHED ON MY WINDOWSILL, and she wanted to talk. For most people, this might be an uncommon, and perhaps unsettling, occurrence. Especially since said raven hopped along the ledge of beveled wood, swiveling her head so she could peer into my room with her glossy black eyes. She rapped her beak against the windowpane, the tap-tap-tap an eerie sound in the otherwise still and gloomy dark hours of the morning. However, given that my best friend was a witch, this wasn’t uncommon or unsettling, merely really freaking annoying, especially since it was before six a.m. “No,” I said from my tangled nest of blankets and my soft pillow, eyes still heavy with sleep. “Go away. If Al wants to talk to me, they can use their perfectly good phone.” I fished mine out from the sheets and held it up as an example, waving it lazily in the direction of the window to convey my drowsy displeasure. The raven—named Lenore, since Al could never resist a fun allusion—glared at me and ruffled her midnight-blue feathers. She cawed in irritation and lifted her leg to show the small cylinder attached. “No. I refuse.” I rolled over and pulled the blankets over my head. My phone screen glowed 5:49. Eleven whole minutes still existed before my alarm would sound. And I was determined to relish every last second before my day was scheduled to begin. I closed my eyes, tucked my hands beneath my chin, and steadfastly ignored the messenger on my windowsill. Lenore tapped again, the sound sharp and aggressive. I didn’t move. She cawed. I didn’t answer. She struck her beak a