JULIAN
I inhaled slowly, feeling the acid-like burn hit the back of my throat, consume my lungs, burn my stomach. In my mind, I contemplated leaving but that would have been perceived as rude. It took trivial happenings to initiate a war between two species. Everyone may have associated well around the round table but some things were still amiss.
I hated this. What an utter bore and a waste of my time. Ha! Time? These people should have appreciated the concept more than me considering they had a limited amount of it. I, on the other hand, had been doomed to a lifetime of purgatory. Heaven nor Hell wanted my damned soul; leaving a predator such as I to roam the earth.
But I had my limitations. Even I, as strong as I could be, could not do certain things. Nocturnal. That was the type of preditor I became. From a fleshy, warm-blooded human to a stone, cold-blooded predator. My heart remained still in my chest, unable to pump and warm up the blood I consumed, the blood that kept the mechanics of my body running.
I played it all in my head continuously, compartmentalizing them, thinking off everything at once. My fear of losing my human memories plagued me. They were the only thing keeping me sane in this unfathomable world. But, I still had my ears opened, listening to the droning of the voices in the room. Some too high, too sexualized — the Fae. Others too raw, deep, and animalistic — the Mutts.
I fought to remain in my seat, taking in another lung full of fire. Human blood was my weakness, and in this room swirled the heavy scent of sweet human blood barely tainted by the repulsive stench of werewolf. But I knew better than to follow my instincts. The taste of her blood would still be dreadful against my palette, her half-werewolf heritage tainting what could have been exquisite for me.
The corner of my lips kicked up in a smirk. Would I be so awful to enjoy the imagery if the Half-Blood Werewolf Queen were full human? She would definitely not be able to fend me off. I wouldn't even give her the chance to scream. From where I sat, I could hear the slouch of her blood flowing through her veins, making their way to her arteries and vital organs. I closed my eyes, drowning myself in what could have been.
"Julian, can you at least pay attention for once!" A bell-like sound, sweet and sultry, female in origin. Tiana, I presumed began chastising.
I slid further into my seat, crossing my arms over my chest and not caring to spare her a glance, "I'm listening, isn't that what counts?"
"Not exactly," Ah, the half-blood. She had a mouth on her and yet a gentle voice. A tone she had used on me since our first meeting. Dimitri, the past king, had warned her to keep her distance. Had she listened? Of course not. Fear had lingered in her eyes then, I could vividly picture it now, but she refused to let that hold her back.
For her, I opened my eyes. As much as I fantasized about draining her life force, I respected the half-blood. She earned that respect when she treated me as one of her own and not a monster that had been forced to lurk in the shadows for all of his eternity. There was no longer fear clouding those beautiful doe-like orbs. No. It was worry. She was worried about me but she really shouldn't have been.
I let out an exasperated sigh. How my life had become the circus it was I would never know but if I were going to be a part of it then I'd rather be the ringmaster than a circus prop, "I'm going back to America. There are some things in Oregon that I need to sort out, businesses that Dimitri had left to me."
Quade, the mate of the werewolf Queen, snorted in amusement. I never liked him but he proved to be someone worth having on your team, "You mean the strip club?"
I didn't know what the business was. All I knew was that multiple businesses were being transferred onto my name and I needed to sort out the legalities of it all. Arching an eyebrow in interest, I said, "Yeah, I guess it's the strip club or maybe not. Whatever it is, I need to sort it out. Whatever is out there, they better hope they find me before I find them because when I do..."
I was vengeful. Two important people in my life sacrificed themselves for me and I wouldn't let that sacrifice go in vain. When I found whoever was responsible, I'd drain them of every drop of blood in the most painful of ways.
"Don't be stupid," Sydney rebuked with a stern, motherly voice, "we've all got to watch out for each other now more than ever. Every day it gets worse. It started with us werewolves and then moved on to the vampires, and now they've started with the fae. Because vampires prefer moving on their own, we don't know how many have died by the hands of this unknown enemy."
"I can find out," I sat forward, positioning my elbows on the table and lacing my fingers together. At the crack of dawn, I was dragged out to this cave that was kept hidden by a magical spell cast by Zephyr, "word gets out much quicker amongst vampires. I'm sure they already know there's a new king so if anyone has any information I'll find out through the grapevine."
"I'm sure you will," Zephyr responded with as much sarcasm as he possibly could.
I flashed my fangs at him, hissing with disdain. Dimitri and Ambrosia may have been able to put up with him but I most certainly couldn't. He was a prideful asshole who always forgot that I could suck him dry in a second. I couldn't drink werewolf blood but I could drink from Fae. It wasn't as appetizing as human blood but it didn't taste bad either.
"I will not warn you two again," Sydney growled, her wolf coming forward. Her eyes shifted to a fiery purple before returning to normal.
"Calm down, love," Quade soothed her, placing an arm around her shoulders. She seemed to calm instantly at his touch.
I could hear her hammering heartbeat slow, could hear the slosh of blood through her veins continue. Focusing on that sound, I filed my hatred for the Fae into another part of my mind and let myself ease.
"There's someone that's going to come with you back to America," Quade began, eyes flashing from green to silver and back, "he won't be following you around. He has his own business there but you both will leave together."
"Who is he?"
"The hellhound Quade and I went to meet," Sydney breathed, "Thorne is doing us a favor but he needs to consult with another Hellhound and there's not many of those in the world. He knows of one in America but the hellhound moves around a lot which makes it difficult to know where exactly to find the hound."
"Vampires are grifters who know other grifters especially if they are supernatural in origin. We tend to know these things so we can avoid them. I'll put the word out that we're looking for a hellhound," I shrugged, standing to my feet a little too quickly, "is that all or is there more we need to discuss?"
"That should be all. If we have to meet again it will be here. It's secured and no one will be able to find or enter the place," Tiana's silky, sultry voice echoed off the cave walls as of it were some sort of symphony.
"Great. I'm out of here in that case," I ran toward the entrance of the cave, grinning when I found the outside dull.
Whenever the sun was away, the vampires came out to play. This place was perfect for my kind, with the sun barely shining through the thick blanket of clouds that constantly hovered above. It was a vampire's paradise and the only reason I hadn't snapped Zephyr's neck for suggesting a council meeting at dawn. For all I knew, he did it with the hope of me singeing in the sun.
I ran through the forest at vampire speed, heading for the castle that sat at the heart of the pack. The constant scent of wet dog that lingered around me was becoming suffocating. I couldn't even go hunting in peace. It had been days since the tender, sweet taste of human blood caressed my pallette, slid down my throat, and fueled my body. My strength was waning because of it and my throat burned with the need to kill to aid in my survival.
I jumped up the castle steps leading to the door, zipping in and up the multiple staircases that led to the room I was in. The wolves in this pack were smart enough to avoid me. They saw me as some sort of demon. Where they wrong? Probably not.
I slowed when I neared my door, grumbling internally at the sight of someone standing outside my room. The scent of smoke and cedar assaulted my senses but something antagonizing and familiar mixed with it. Something that had the switch in my mind flipping, the tracker and hunter embedded in my subconscious coming forward and erasing any human emotion I felt.
My only thought was on the blood. My only instinct was to kill until I could sate the insatiable thirst I was cursed with. My mind was a large space that was currently empty, every part of my being honed into my most primal instincts. With a burst of speed, I lunged forward, ready to attack, to get what I wanted. What I needed. My basic survival instincts couldn't be ignored much longer. If I couldn't have the hot blood pumping through the arteries of the half-blood then I'd have the blood flowing through this poor creature's veins.
Before my teeth could sink into his flesh, the man shifted into a black...dog? He snarled at me with pits of fire for eyes and black fur that had shadows encasing it. Its fangs protruded out of his mouth, disgusting slobber dripping onto the floor. Beside the dog were five bags of blood. Human blood.
I lunged for the bags, taking one between my teeth with a content sigh. It slid down my throat, making its way to my stomach and through my veins, spreading life to my body. Vampires couldn't do a single thing when we had no human blood in our system. It didn't just feed our thirst, it kept every part of our body functioning for the most part — the parts we needed at least.
"Have they been starving you?" The man's voice cut through the blood lust clouding my mind like a solar flare in the dark. It was strange the kind of power I felt radiate off him.
I was on the third bag, back against the door with my chest rising and falling, "I'm not exactly allowed to hunt around here," I deadpanned, running my tongue over my teeth.
"They could have brought you blood. They should know better than to starve a newborn," the man cursed under his breath but I paid no attention, focusing on draining the last of the blood.
I wanted more.
"Who are you?"
"Thorne," he announced proudly and I quickly registered that he was the hellhound everyone had been droning about around the table.
He was tall, buff, deeply tanned skin with striking brown eyes and a buzz cut. In his human form, he looked intimidating but I would have easily been able to overpower him. His shifted form was something entirely different.
I rose to my feet with the bags in my hand and opened the door in one quick succession. Disposing of the blood bags into the trash can, I mused, "You'll be accompanying me."
"Yeah, we'll be leaving soon. Was that enough to keep you from attacking anyone?" The hellhound sounded unsure of my ability to control my thirst. After what he just witnessed, I didn't blame him.
Dimitri was helping me learn to control. Now, I had to do that on my own.
"I'll be fine," I muttered, fisting my hands until my nails dug into my skin. The pain would keep me sane, "It's only for a few hours. I'll be perfectly fine."
LILITH I fluffed my loose curls to add volume to them and then pushed the girls together making them look extra perky. My routine needed to be flawless because Goddess knew I needed the cash. Plus, it may or may not have inflated my ego a little knowing I was the highest-earning and most popular stripper in this club. Men always pined for what they couldn't get their hands on. I was that rare beauty they could look at, they could touch just enough to give me their money but once I was off stage they wouldn't get to see me again. It left them coming back for more and more each and every time. My lips split into the brightest grin I could possibly muster, white teeth glinting against the lights framing the mirror I sat in front of. The lingerie I wore consisted of a lacy bra and thong with my signature color — purple. Silver platform heels adorned my feet and violet lenses blocked my yellowish hazel eyes. I hated the color
JULIANBefore Dimitri and Ambrosia had found me due to my severe lack of self-preservation, I was a tyrant who let the most primal parts of my being guide my every decision. My human emotions were kept locked away by the extreme need for blood that I desperately needed to sate on a near-constant basis. I used my tracking abilities to find myself the sweetest smelling blood because I knew it would be heaven once it slid down the back of my throat.And that was the closest I'd ever get to heaven. Submerging myself, drowning in the blood lust would be the only satisfying feeling I'd ever feel. I was cursed to live a pointless endless life with only one joy and nothing more. Sometimes I would think back on the day I had been turned. It was a foggy memory but I remembered the pain of being nearly sucked dry. It was a late night and instead of being home, I was roaming the streets just like tonight.Only, that n
LILITHI gritted my teeth against the pain, clenching my hands into white fists while resting them on the cold tiles that lined the wall. The sweltering heat of the shower couldn't even lull the pain inside of me. No matter how long I stood under the hot spray, it's was no use. A growl threatened to spill from my lips but I swallowed it, tampering it down.I had my good days and I had my bad days. Tonight was part of one of those bad days. Luckily, I didn't have the main performance tonight. Maybe I could get out of dancing to wait on tables. That would be more bearable. I nodded to myself, I would switch shifts with someone for the night. No one would say no because dancing always offered more money anyway. We were lucky enough to have girls willing to rotate and do whatever needed to be done.I stepped out of the shower with a wince, my arms, and legs a jittery mess. My head felt heavy from the constant
LILITH The bed was so soft I couldn't help but curl under the covers and let sleep pull me under. He did say that I could make myself at home. It didn't seem like anyone had been doing much of that around here lately. The bedroom had themes of red. Not just any red — crimson. The color reminded me of blood which had me cringing. I figured that this was another one of Dimitri's places that were left to Julian, but I didn't understand why. What was so special about Julian? I stirred from my sleep as the thought nagged me awake. Then stilled when something sweet and earthy tickled my senses. Julian did say he would be back by dawn. That must have meant he let me sleep through the night. The tang of blood assaulted my nose which had my muscles locking. "I know you're awake," he called in a monotonous voice. Why was he even in here? Couldn't he wait in the living room like
JULIAN I waited impatiently for dusk, where the shadows were long and I could conceal myself within them without the sun searing my skin. Sleep was a rarity for someone like me. We barely ever slept, once in every few days and it wasn't a blissful sleep either. This was my purgatory and I was beginning to adjust to it. Until she pulled the rug out from under my feet. What she said made sense. I couldn't deny the sensations that danced across my skin each time we touched. When I heard her scream last night it sent electricity straight to my heart, almost allowing it to beat in my chest again. Panic claimed my body in a vice grip and I couldn't get to the little she-wolf fast enough. Then the sight of her bones squirming beneath her skin caught my attention and I instantly knew what was happening. It was instinct. In the same way, I knew I needed blood for survival, I knew I had to get her out of there an
LILITHI expected to see him later that night. At least, I left Julian's apartment with the hope that he would pitch up and tell me that he wasn't about to sever the bond between us. But then nightfall hit and he never showed. The next night was the same. And the next after that. Seven days. A whole week. That was how long it took for my hope to break. He left without a single word. Maybe he thought that we could still live our lives if he didn't sever the bond. Maybe he thought all he had to do was avoid me at all costs.It hurt. I never had a problem with abandonment. Then again, you only get one mate — one chance — and if you fucked it up it meant game over. So, it hurt but like everything else that hurt me in life, I brushed it aside and wore a smile on my face. The smile was false. Every smile I wore was artificial — at least back then they were easier to fake.'Do you want me as a m
LILITHIt surprised me how much pull the mate bond had even though we hadn't sealed it. I guess all we had left was the actual mating since we couldn't mark one another. That made following the pull of the bond all that more easier. Where it led me, though, had my nostrils flaring in fury.I glared up at the apartment complex I knew housed Julian. He was in the building, I knew it. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. Julian didn't run from me like I originally suspected. No. He did something more cowardly than that.He hid from me.It left me wondering whether he wanted me as a mate. If I could get past him being a vampire, could he get past me being a werewolf? Right now it didn't seem like it and — if I were being completely honest — my self-esteem and ego may have taken a blow. Visually, I was appealing to most men. I knew this. I earned money off this. Relationships w
LILITH"Your timing is impeccable," I heard Julian sarcastically greet whoever disrupted the little moment we were about to share.But no response came to the sarcasm. My wolf stirred anxiously and I felt an overpowering presence near me. I feared that I knew the presence — not personally but I could feel the ranking of the wolf about to step foot into this apartment. The earthy, musky scent only cemented that it was a werewolf.Julian strolled in, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. He had a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. My eyes moved from him to the more domineering presence that stood behind him. The man was tall and muscular — filling out his silk black button-down. I quickly did a sweep of him, finding him in black dress slacks that hugged his thighs and loafers.His face was hard, long hair tied into a top knot and a neatly trimmed beard framing his lower face.
LILITH I twirled around the cool metal pole that Julian had installed in his office while we were away — I was actually surprised that there wasn't one installed previously. 'I Feel Like I'm Drowning' by Two Feet spilled from the speakers in the room as I swished, twirled, and danced freely for the vampire in front of me. For my mate. I clutched the pole in my hands, then dropped before gradually rising and arching my back to give him the perfect view of my ass. Then, I threw my head back so my lilac locks could kiss the air. I could feel Julian's heated gaze pricking my skin. Those beautiful white irises never wavered, taking in every curve of my body as it moved gracefully and erotically for him — seducing him in the best way. He stood in front of his desk, ass perched on the edge and arms crossed. I realized, once we came back and he had returned to suits, that I fucking loved how m
LILITH"I think I'm going to need you to explain more than half of that all over again," Phillip said, gaze bobbing between his brother and me. We were back at the packhouse and I was doing my best to fill him in on what he needed to know — more importantly, why we hadn't killed his sister's killer."How do you have the brain of a vampire yet your mind is so utterly slow, brother?" Julian grumbled, laying back in bed with his hands under his head, eyes closed, and ankles crossed. He was the picture of relaxed but I knew he was anything but. His attention never wavered from us even if it looked like he paid no attention at all."It's a lot to take in," Phillip breathed, running his large hand through his silky locks.Julian sighed, "You'll get used to it. I did.""You're a king," Phillip muttered in what sounded like astonishment, "from an ordinary human boy to a vamp
LILITHI made my way into the living room knowing that Victor and Quade were there since they were finally out of the infirmary. It took a while — and Silas and Sydney's help — to get the sticky obsidian silver laced powder off their flesh. Everyone else who attempted the task ended up getting burned by the silver which meant the two wolves immune to the substance had to do it. I was almost certain that they were scrubbed raw because of how sticky the powder was. The witch didn't go into detail about it because we were in the middle of a life and death situation and now that she was dead...I figured after we left Julian would track down another witch to help him understand it better. However, I had a feeling the witches would tell us little. These were things they kept a secret from us for a reason. It was what helped them defend themselves once their magic waned.I knew Thorne hadn't left his
JULIANI settled my brother in the room opposite mine so I could keep an eye on him. He was still going through the painful transition but I had a feeling he would stick to his room after I had warned him that a werewolf bite was potentially deadly to us. That paired with the fact that their stench was potent enough to have me gagging kept him in check. He wouldn't risk leaving the room to hunt and I'd give him blood as soon as his system could ingest it.I gently closed the room door behind me as I exited only to find Sylvain leaning against the wall opposite with four bags of blood cradled in his hands. A groan of displeasure crawled up the back of my throat and with much effort, I swallowed it. As much as I hated what he had done. As much as the memory of my sister falling to the ground with fear blowing her eyes wide and causing her jaw to unhinge. I understood why he did what he did. If I were in his place and Lilith
LILITH I hissed, unfurling my fingers from the tight hold I kept on Thorne and Sydney's necks. They could have incinerated me when I used my unnatural newborn speed and strength against them. Instead, they used heat waves of splintering hot fire to burn my flesh. The skin from my fingers up to my arms was bubbled with blisters and steaming with burns that would probably only heal if I had a taste of human blood.My golden eyes latched onto the corpse of Julian's sister sprawled in the ground. I dug my heels in and clamped my jaw shut to prevent myself from moving but it was admittedly fucking difficult. The sweet and potent scent of the thick crimson substance sang to me. It was a siren's call that begged me to fall under its spell. To let the inner huntress in me free and soothe the aching burn that flared at the back of my throat and the external burns that I couldn't ignore on my arms. My fangs snapped out and venom dr
JULIAN The half-blood's purple flames cut through the shadows — not as well as hellfire did — but it weakened them enough to allow me to breathe. I regretted taking in the burning lungful of air when notes of human blood stroked the back of my throat. I wasn't certain how Lilith tolerated it but I kept a firm grip in her hand in case the huntress within reared its head and she sped off in the direction of my siblings. We continued quickly and silently down the narrow passage. I could sense that it was barely wide enough for Lilith and me to walk shoulder to shoulder, hence, I walked a step ahead. We didn't race forward like before because I knew Grace was up ahead and I didn't want to risk slamming into a magical barrier or a wall that I wouldn't be able to see. With my sense of sight out of play, I relied on everything else. I touched the smooth, cold walls and created a mental map of every turn I took. If this was under different circumstances I may have commended Tania on how well
LILITH"Where is she?" I whispered with a hiss, my gaze skittering across the area.Penelope had warned us that entering through the illusion would notify Tania but I didn't think she'd manage to get to us so quickly. We barely gathered ourselves from the landing and she was already ready to attack."I don't know. Like I said before, there's one thing she doesn't need to siphon and that's her ability to control the shadows. She can use them to disguise herself or travel. Like teleportation," Witchy explained and I didn't think that this was the right time for a history lesson.I did remember her telling us about this, though, which made things a lot more difficult than they were original. Julian's hand found mine, gripping it tightly in his hold. The sparks that erupted had me releasing a breath I didn't even know I was holding. If my heart wasn't still in my chest I would have been suffer
LILITHWe were gone and back from our hunt within an hour and for the entire hour, Julian graced me with silence. He was angry that he wouldn't have a say in Tania's fate after everything she had done to him — done to all of us — but Witchy had already struck her bargain and it sounded as if her plan would work. It was solid, better than any plan any of us could come up with. We needed her magic so agreeing to let her and her ancestors deal with Tania's fate was a small price to pay.I just hoped that the witch didn't overexert herself leaving her useless to us. If she guttered her magic then we would have a serious problem.I swallowed the venom filling my mouth at the thought. It was bitter, just like the blood I had ingested thanks to the drugs riddling the human's system. Whether Julian and I killed the couple or not, they were bound to die soon probably from an overdose. It didn't make me
LILITHWe shot down into the living room, finding it already dark outside through the large windows. Julian and I had both been stuck in that suspended state of sleep without actually being asleep for hours. Even with myself being so frightfully aware, I now somehow felt fresher, stronger, less exhausted. It made no sense but when you really thought of it, the entire vampire species made no sense.A species that was now my own.My eyes latched onto the source of the scream finding Witchy awake and twitching, fully drenched from head to toe with what looked like icy cold water. She opened her mouth and then closed it, gaping like a fish out of water and looking the part as well. The beta of the pack, Enzo, stood with a tight smile on his face and a massive bucket in his hands.Julian brought his fist up to his mouth and bit down on his knuckles to suppress his laugh whereas I simply bit the