Gods, monsters, and magical artifacts...what else can go wrong? The old gods were cruel. I know because the stories told by the elders made it clear. Now the gods are back, and it appears it's my dad's fault. You know what's worse? Their idea of fun is world ending. Now I have to stop them from recovering a magical artifact that will bring that to pass. I'm just a shapeshifting bush pilot who wants to stay off the radar--unfortunately, it's only me, my friends, family, and the few supernaturals we can round up between the gods and the humans. War is coming. I only hope we survive.