~ The girl kept looking at all of them nervously, especially Ava. All Ava did was scowl and mumbled to herself as she created an alternative path towards Native lands. The traps here, as Ava told them, did not show the same level of sophistication as the others. It was as if Sven had expected no one to come through. No werewolves, at least.
"My father will have your heads." It was the first thing the girl had said in almost an hour.
"Be grateful we're not sending him back yours."
"Ava."
"Every time she opens her mouth, it's another insult. The child needs to be taught manners."
"Lopping off her head would not teach her that," Marx said. "The Natives hate us for good reason. Our ancestors' sins are our own."
~Dempsey woke up feeling like a wreck. He noticed the bandages around his torso and the fact that he was barefoot, wearing pants that were too loose to be his. Gingerly, he swung his foot off the side of the bed, attempting to sit up. His torso protested. He took in the gothic-style bedroom around him. Heavy gold drapes hung open at the double bay window, the black walls that absorbed the sunlight that washed over it. The only pop of color was the royal purple silk sheets he was sitting on. The door to the room opened, and he looked up to see who it was “Ah, you’re not dead. A miracle. Your—DNA perplexed our physician. We do not cater for werewolves here, so you can imagine it took quite a bit for him to figure out what was wrong and keep you from dying. Usually, you do that yourself—heal, I mean. Dying isn’t a choice.” “Mr. Vescovi.” Dempsey tried to s
~Helick and Ava were investigating the mauling of the two hikers. The working theory was that a trap had gone off. After scanning the area, she had determined that was not the case. There were no traps at the site cordoned off as the crime scene. “It wasn’t an animal attack.” It was a safe enough guess, considering the person who had found them had made it out alive for it to make prime-time news. Still, she went there to have a look around. All the traps she found were off the trail designated for hikers. She removed them. “Why do you say that?” Helick looked distracted. She could not prove that it was not an animal attack, only that shadow magic had nothing to do with it. Ava ruled out Sven’s involvement. There were bears and wolves in the woods, though less now after last night. A normal animal att
~Helick went back to Lochlan's house with the others. He was more than relieved to find that neither Ava nor Marx was around. It was easier to keep a secret without those two poking holes in him. The others seemed to behave as normal, so Ava had said nothing. Not that he would admit it to her, but he was grateful. It gave him time to consider what to do next. He knew what the right thing was. He just did not know what to do next that did not involve that. After hours of going back and forth with himself, he spoke to his brother. Give him a chance to explain. Maybe he’d tried to fight off the attacker. Maybe he had tried saving the wounded hikers, and that was what got the blood on his fur. Maybe… Helick stopped himself. If any of those things were true, Garrick would have disclosed it. He would lead the charge to find the attacker if he knew
~Breaking through the trees into the clearing, Helick saw his brother taking the stairs to the porch. "Garrick." He called out to him. Garrick turned to face him, looking confused by the harsh tone in his voice. "We need to talk… Now." Helick walked off, not looking back to see if his brother was following him. Helick did not stop until he was far enough from any prying ear and he stood waiting for his brother. "What the hell is going on with you?" Helick demanded. He raised a hand to cut off his brother when he opened his mouth to answer. "And don't tell me it's none of my business." Garrick sighed. "I'm sorry about that. I should not have… I shouldn't have said that.
~Helick found the wolfsbane tucked away in his brother’s room and knew immediately the situation was dire. Not only was his brother attacking innocent people, but he had the presence of mind to ensure no signs led to him. That was the action of a man with intent. Yes, things were dire indeed. If the others had visited the first site, they would have known it was Garrick. After that slip-up, he employed countermeasures to not repeat the mistake. It was all premeditated. There was no excuse now for his brother’s actions. If his twin had gone off the rails, gone rabid, Helick would assume the responsibility of taking him down. He prayed it wouldn’t come to that. Prayed they could figure out a way to help Garrick. Dammit, Helick swore. If Garrick had confided in him from the start, they could have avoided all
~Helick stood watching over his brother’s bed. Martha and Ava moved in and out of the room, taking blood, mixing potions, trying different things to get his brother to calm down. Strapped to the bed as they would a man in an asylum, Garrick looked wild. All night he growled and all day he screamed threats to have their heads. He was stark raving mad. Finally, a sedative worked, and he calmed down, sleeping for a few hours. He woke up, confused. “Wha-what the hell?” He struggled against the restraints. Helick was not sure which side of his brother was speaking. Or how much of his brother remained considering his condition. He did something he never thought he would ever do… he turned to Ava for her reassurance. She nodded. “Take it easy,” Helick said, goin
~Dempsey advanced-lunged towards his opponent. In two fluid moves, he disarmed the other man, his epee falling to the padded floor. This was the third rematch. “Seems you’re healing,” Alex Vescovi said, raising his hand in surrender. “Or you’re just letting me win.” Dempsey took his fencing mask off. He knew the young man had been holding back. Dempsey could hold his own, but Alex Vescovi was a fencing prodigy. He was the reigning National Champion four years in a row now, along with two Olympic titles under his belt. Alex shrugged, taking off his mask. “That is also a possibility. Or,” the young Vescovi started as he walked towards a low bench to the right of the room, “it could be because you’re a werewolf and I am a mere human. Hardly a level match up.” He picked up his water bottle, opening the to
~The meeting hall was located underground. To get there, Dempsey and Vescovi had to use the underground railway. Vampires and their families used it to get to places the normal human railway would not take them, traveling for longer distances, even across to other continents. Vescovi carried on normal conversations with him as if he did not notice the side looks they got. Some were out of curiosity, while others were out of scorn. They disembarked onto an empty platform. As the train went on its way, Vescovi straightened his jacket and tie. Dempsey followed him as he walked up to the only exit off the platform, not including the rail lines. If you wanted to be that brave—or stupid. Vescovi pricked his finger and got his eyes scanned. Modernists. Vampires created some of the most advanced technological and medical breakthroughs of this century, so a biom
~ Marx stood looking at the carbonated lump that used to be four people he knew. Four people he loved. Ava, Lochlan, Zack, and Dempsey. Around him, the grass had grown again. The earth showed no signs of the battle that raged there. Mother earth had healed, but he had not. None of the others had. The world was safe, but a gap remained in their hearts that could never be filled. Around the base of the carbon memorial, laid fresh flowers. Every day for the past six months, Martha came with a new bouquet. Today was no different. He arrived as she did. “You came,” she had said to him when she saw him. In her hands, she had more than a dozen bulbs of tulips. Her summer dress fluttered in the breeze, strands of her now brown hair escaping her ponytail. The smile she gave him out shunned the sun, and Marx, for the life
~Marx was leading the last assault; one meant to be a distraction. Ava moved her palm away from the wound on her side. Bleeding still felt strange to her. Martha was the only one with whom she could go into details about her plans. “Penny has the last rune. All she has to do is plant it on him. When she does, we have only a few minutes to get our part done,” she said to Martha. “What is our part?” “I’m going to use you like an amplifier. I know how it sounds and yes, it is dangerous. For me more than you.” “Then we can’t do it,” Martha said. “If you’re going to get hurt—” “I have a contingency for that as well.” “Ava—” She
~Rea and Cale launched direct attacks on Kunz while Ava tried to unravel his protections. Each layer she pulled apart revealed another was more entrenched and more intricate than the one preceding it. She almost got another layer undone when she heard Cale shout— “Look out.” Ava had enough time to react, the death rune crackling through the air towards her. She split the force in half, saving herself by a hair. In the duel that ensued, Cale made the ultimate sacrifice. Rea tried to stop him as he ran straight for Kunz. Ava threw up a rune between Cale and the King; it was too late. Like dust, Cale disappeared. A self-satisfied smile lifted the side of Kunz’s lips. “Come now Avana. You cannot hope to defeat me. Even with all the knowledge at your disposal, I have spent years perfecting my craft.”
~They came through using three portals. Cale and Rea helped Ava to create one large enough to transport all of their forces. On the other side, they emerged on the field of battle in Hedgewood. The ground was scarred black. Trees toppled over and uprooted. It looked like a nuclear weapon went off, turning black everything in its path. The familiarity of the scene had an itch running down Marx’s spine. This place was either where they would claim victory or where he would walk over the corpses of the people he loved. He brushed his somber thoughts aside. Victory was their only option. To Ava, who stood on his right, Marx said, “Your handy work?” “I may have caused a patch here and there.” She bobbed her head from side to side. It was such a human gesture Marx found he had an urge to smile. He allowed his amu
~ Storming Hedgewood had to wait. Ava’s ‘problem’ required a second’s more thought. So close to the end, Marx was growing impatient. They needed to strike while they could and delays after delays were shifting the advantage square into the enemy’s hands. He folded his arms across his chest, keeping his face void of his emotions as he listened to Ava. “He has layers of protection wrapped around him like a shawl,” she was telling them as they stood inside the lobby of Anax Corp. Having the conversation on the outside felt too open. While they conversed, the last of the civilians and the injured were being ushered to the safety of the Mountain. Those left behind were there to fight. Marx found he was itching to fight. Ava continued. “We got through three of them before we had to retreat.” “Kunz spent years perfectin
~The sky was a battlefield. Above Pentorium, spreading out for miles, the shadows fought amongst themselves. Those made from the spirits of dead vampires clashing against those created from werewolves. Marx had control of the latter. It was surreal watching it all unfold. Anabella came to stand by Marx as he stood gazing up at the result of his power. Power he would never have dreamed of having. Explaining to the others what he could do would have paled compared to the scene unfolding over their heads. “This is what Sven wanted from her,” Anabella said about Sven and his sister, Marx’s mate, Celeste. “And when he couldn’t take it, he planned to break the seal on the portal.” “I can’t imagine having that man’s thoughts inside my head,” Marx said. “I rather
~Vescovi’s head throbbed as if a drummer band was marching across his forehead. Making his way through the tunnel with his men, a blast came out of nowhere, knocking them down and rendering them unconscious. He woke up in a crumpled heap with his men, all in various stages of recovery. It took him several tries to get to his feet and stay there, the drumming in his head growing louder with each movement. Walking straight was a task, but it was urgent that they get to Xavier and the others. They were delayed enough as it was getting the remaining civilians under Anax Corp ready for transport to the Mountain. Pentorium was under an evacuation order. He paused when he saw that the panel leading out of the tunnels was open. It was plausible that Xavier had left it like that since it was their way in and out, but Vescovi could not ignore the prickle at
~Martha moved to run to Nico as a shadow took possession of his body. Four steps in his direction, she stopped. Nico faced her direction, his eyes twin pools of swirling mist. The thing inside of him had his lips turn up in a smirk. With hot tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks, Martha clutched her fingers into tight fists. The words came from the pits of her stomach. The ground under her feet undulated, rippling with energy as she spoke them. Nico charged in her direction, his face twisted in rage. Martha held up her hand, palm open, continuing the chant, repeating it with fervor and a new understanding. Death fueled shadow magic. Hate. Anger. All the dark things that sullied the world. The spell was the most powerful she had ever attempted since Ava infused the revenant soul with hers. She had to release control to it. Allow the magic to ru
~Martha couldn’t breathe, her anxiety tightening her chest. Through her link with Nico, she could feel his growing distress. It urged her to move faster as she sprinted through the hidden tunnels leading down into the subway. Back at Anax Corp, Vescovi was assembling a team, a process that was taking longer than was comfortable with her. Nico and the others needed immediate help. Communications, already spotty, had gone dead. Not a single response, only the constant frying of static. Unable to stand around doing nothing while the man she loved probably laid gutted and dying, Martha snuck off when no one was looking. None of the others knew what she was planning to do. If they did, they would have tried to stop her. She was the passive one. The one who chose not to fight. For a werewolf, her reliance on that part of herself never went past her prim