As a pit imp, he could make himself small enough to fit the tiniest of cells. The first time his kind had tried to take me out for punishment, I had swatted him away, only for him to grow seven feet on the outside.
I’d love to say it was the last time I’d tried to fight back, but it wasn’t. Anyway, after several punishments, I’d learned that even fighting back with words could get a girl grilled over the Lake of Lava. Nope, it was best to be polite and keep the shit-talk to oneself.“What have I done wrong?” I asked.His lips spread into a broad grin. “This will be a first for you, eh, Aibek? Being wanted.”My throat thickened, and I tried not to think about Griff’s betrayal. “Is this verbal torture a new initiative? Because it really stings.”The imp flapped his wings. “The boss has a proposal for you.”“My answer is no.”Demons always wanted some poor bastard to test out a poison or an invention or a new form of torture. It was the only way apart from exercise sessions that we were permitted to leave our cells. After the time some crackpot alchemist had given me an elixir that turned my skin inside out, I’d learned that the stalagmites were the safest place for a sinner.He rubbed his chin. “That’s a pity, because refusing means double punishments and double the discomfort of your cell.”My eyes narrowed. “What’s the point of asking me if you’re making it impossible for me to refuse?”“Hell is all about free will,” he said with a cold chuckle. “After all, aren’t you here because of your choices?”“Fine,” I growled. “Take me to your leader.”The imp tucked his clipboard beneath one arm and stretched out a clawed hand.I ground my teeth. It went against my every instinct to let this accursed creature take me to goodness-knows-what kind of boss. Some of the demons in Hell were as tall as hills and chewed souls like mine for sport. That had been my second punishment, by the way. After traveling through the bastard’s digestive system, the imps had shoved my shredded carcass back into my cell. It had taken me ages to heal, and the moment I did, it was time for my third punishment.“Each minute we waste is a minute that we’ll add to your future torture sessions.” He wiggled his sharp fingers in a silent gesture for me to hurry.“All right,” I snarled and offered him my finger.“About bloody time.” The imp gave his wings a sharp flap, shifting the air so a stream of dust blew into my eyes.Bastard knew exactly what he was doing. I squeezed my eyes shut, but it was too late. Enough grit landed on their tender surface to keep them streaming for at least a week. Not that I could track time in this demonic dimension.I blinked away the tears as he pulled me from my cell. It was hundreds of feet over a large courtyard consisting of a lake filled with lava. Hanging over the heated monstrosity was a rickety suspension bridge that looked like it might crumble with the weight of a feather.My nostrils filled with the acrid scent of brimstone, which went down my throat and coated my sinuses in a poisonous ash. I tightened my stomach muscles and shuddered as we flew over the body of molten fire and hoped to Hades that the demon didn’t release me.I wasn’t exaggerating, but if I had a stone for every imp who dropped a spirit they ferried out of the pit, I would be able to build a tower to reach heaven.“Ah,” he said as he expanded to his full seven-foot-tall, muscular grandeur and cradled me to his broad chest. “That’s better.”Shivers skittered down my spine as his mighty wings slashed through the air like whips. I didn’t know where to put my hands because I’d be damned if I touched a creature that thrived on torture and sex. I let my arms go limp and tried not to look at his muscles or inhale his brimstone scent. This part of Hell was dark, largely because the stalagmites were so tall that they blocked out all the light. Not that we ever got the sun or anything other than flames. The only source of illumination came from the lake beneath us and the souls glowing from their cubby holes within the huge rock structures.The Punishment Pits were a conglomeration of high-rises arranged around an open space. Except these towers were jagged and made of stone, with surfaces that resembled the nests of cliff swallows.We flew a gut-wrenching path between the massive structures, filled with the endless screams and moans of the condemned. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to remain calm. “Excuse me,” I rasped. “Where are we going?”The arm holding me around my back loosened, making my stomach lurch. “Are you going to barrage me with questions, or should I let you drop?”A moan made its way from the pit of my gut to the back of my throat, but I swallowed it down. “What about your boss?”“Huh?” The imp turned his head to me and scowled. “He ordered you to bring me, right?”“Your point?”“Well, if you let me fall into the lake, I’ll sink down into the lava and have to wait for the demonic piranhas or whatever’s down there to finish eviscerating my soul.”He snickered because everyone who worked the punishment pit was a sadist.Annoyance prickled across my transparent skin. “What would this boss of yours say if you failed to deliver me to his feet?”That wiped the smile off his crimson face, and he tightened his lips.I held back the urge to smirk. Petty victories were all well and good, but demons had memories even longer than their tails. One day, he would repay me for catching him out in a bluff.You know what? Fuck it. It felt good for once in this awful afterlife to have the upper hand.The rest of our journey through Hell passed in silence. We glided over the configuration of rocks that bordered the exercise arena. Each one was shaped like a person who either crouched or lay or stood in with their body twisted with agony, encased in metallic rock.No force in Heaven, Hell, or the Living World would convince me that they weren’t once giants. Between the huge statues were smaller platforms where the demons laid out the Pits’ inmates and delivered hours of torment. Poles, crosses, and X-shaped stands stood around them, as did an object that resembled a spit.My asshole clenched at the memory of that torture device.These demons were bloody sick.“If you must know, we’re headed toward the palace,” the imp said with a sniff as we left the torture arena.If this was an attempt to make me beg for details so he could say something snippy, I would hold my tongue.We traveled over a chasm of black stone. Heat radiated from the surface, which formed cracks that revealed orange streaks of lava.“Ain’t you curious?” he asked with a deep rumble.“Of course, I am,” I blurted before I could stop myself.The imp grinned, making those serrated teeth of his look like tiny guillotines.Once again, I cursed myself for being so impulsive. Gerrison had always told me that my recklessness would get me and the pack into trouble. Did I listen to the warnings of our wise beta?I shook off that thought. Regrets were for the weak. Once I made a decision, I stuck to it and damned the consequences.Thick clouds covered the sky or however one could describe whatever was above us. Hell wasn’t quite the underground cavern they showed on human TV. It was another dimension, but one that didn’t get the sun. Fire licked beneath the clouds, making the whole place look like someone had set the air alight.“Go on, then,” said the imp. “What?” I replied, my heart sinking.Conversations with these creatures could be aggravating because they existed to create torment: physical, mental or social… that’s if they weren’t demanding blowjobs.This exchange was a typical example of impishness. He knew I had to be shitting myself with terror at the thought of being taken away to some mysterious demon. To pass the time, he wanted me to beg and whine for crumbs. Because I wasn’t acting how he wanted, he was prodding at my sense of curiosity and dread.“Ask me about what the boss wants from you,” he said. “When you said the boss, I thought you meant the pit supervisor,” I drawled, trying to make my voice sound breezy. “Thanks for letting me know I’m wanted by one of the higher-ups.”He snarled.On the inside, I smirked.The air thickened, and the orange atmosphere darkened into a thunderous hue. We flew over a different part of hell which was covered in sand, with the occasional fire lighting our way. Gigantic bones littered the ground, and a ribcage lay half-buried the way the Statue of Liberty did in Planet of the Apes.As we traveled over the huge structure, I tried to convince myself it was the skeleton of a whale. But deep down, in the pit of my soul, I knew. I knew that it had once been a supernatural creature, and that no creature swimming in the sea would earn itself a place in Hell.“You’re no fun,” said the imp.“Sorry for not giving you job satisfaction,” I said. “Maybe you’d feel a bit better if you spared a thought for us poor bastards who are here to suffer.”He snorted. “Nobody is in the pit who didn’t deserve it.” “You could be right.” I kept my voice light because what I had done went against everything Gerrison and Dad had taught me about being a good alpha.A good alpha dispensed punishments that fitted the severity of the crimes. Intellectually, I knew what I had done had been wrong. That’s why Logris had laws and packs had unwritten codes. But Griff had wronged me first. Imaginary claws sliced through my heart, making it bleed.My eyes welled with tears that washed away the sulfur and the dust and the grit. Things would have ended differently for me if the laws were made by women.I pushed down my self-pity and crushed it into a ball. I did what I did, and I had no regrets.The imp said something else, but by now, we’d flown out of the dark zone into an open space where the air was lighter, brighter, and resembled a hazy sunset but without the ball of hot plasma.The mist parted to reveal a huge structure that was both shaped like a demon but also resembled a haunted castle. Twin towers stood from its pinnacle like horns, with a pair of gigantic furnaces in its middle burning like eyes.“Is that the palace?” I asked, interrupting whatever he was saying.“In a few minutes, you’ll be kneeling before the King of the Fifth Faction,” he said, leaving a whole lot unspoken. “He’s not one to tolerate fools, so you’d best learn what he wants now.”“Right.” I exhaled a long, shuddering breath. Apart from sassing a few imps at the pit, I hadn’t done anything wrong. Had I?The Fifth Faction was one of nine divisions within Hell and the only one that housed supernaturals. Its leader was Hades, the Greek god who had once ruled an underworld of the same name. We learned about him in history classes at the Academy of Logris, but he was also one of the monarchs in our supernatural city.Logris was hidden within Richmond Park in London, and it housed angels, demons, vampires, faeries, witches, mages, and shifters. It was hard to believe that Dad had been both the alpha of our pack, the Shifter King, and a colleague of Hades. Even harder to believe that Hades was one of the judges who had sentenced me to death.“What does he want, then?” I asked, my heart sinking.The imp chuckled. “You know, I can tell you everything for a price.”I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose. This was exactly what he wanted. For me to amuse him with a round of whining and groveling or to debase myself for information. He was about to be disappointed.“Oh, please, mighty demon,” I said, my voice flat. “Will you tell me what I need to know?”“Sure.”My breath hitched. It couldn’t be that easy.His rumbling laughter made my insides twist into terrified knots. Possibilities flickered through my mind. This was where he told me that Hell was full, and I had to live at the bottom of the lake. Or that they’d caught me avoiding the screen replaying my worst memories, and it was time to downgrade my accommodations to the Abyss. Whatever he said next would be heinous.“I’ll tell you everything you need to know. But first, you have to suck my cock.”I rolled my eyes. How many times had I laid on the stone tables, watching others give the imps fellatio, only for them to resume their torture the moment they’d cum? The worst part was that they’d add on the time a condemned soul spent pleasuring them to the punishment session. Anyone with a lick of sense would just take their beating and get bundled back to their cell, battered, broken, but at least with their pride.“I’ll take my chances with Hades,” I said. “Are you frigid?” he snarled.“Only when it comes to demons.”His roar made my eyes bulge, but he didn’t toss me on the ground like he might have done if this had been my time for punishment.We approached the palace’s outer perimeter, which consisted of a hundred-foot-tall curtain wall surrounded by a lava-filled moat. The more practical part of my consciousness told me to cling onto his neck so he wouldn’t drop me out of revenge, but I curled my hands into fists.There was no way this demon would transport me across Hell and then toss me away. Not when it would take days for me to recover from the injury. Not when his king wanted to speak to me right now.As we flew over the first layer of defense, a forty-foot-tall rock troll with curled horns rose from the lava and swatted at us with a massive paw.My soul seized with a whole-body shudder, and I clenched my teeth. If the building’s exterior was this inhospitable, then its interior would be ten times worse.I glanced away from the palace in the direction of the Punishment Pits. Coming here had probably been a terrible mistake.The palace’s interior wasn’t what I had imagined based on how it looked on the outside. For starters, the hallway looked like a picture I’d once seen of Versailles. Sunlight—I have no idea where it came from—streamed in through twelve-foot-tall windows and hit a row of crystal chandeliers that took up the twenty-foot-wide space.Opulence didn’t begin to describe the life-sized gold statues of people twisted in agonizing positions, their faces forever frozen with terror. Each of them held candelabras that provided unnecessary illumination.“Wow,” said the imp. “I thought a bitch as ugly as you would gobble down my cock like it was the last salami on a smorgasbord.”The insult stung as it usually did, but it was nothing compared to a lash made of barbed flames. Nor was it as bad as what Griff had said the day he’d died. They’d called me everything when I had been alive: moose, beast, behemoth, monster. I’d heard it all.When Mum told me I took after my Dad, it was no lie. I was six-two a
It was Griff, only he looked different. Gone was the luxuriant hair, replaced with a short style that made him look like a human o ce worker. He wore a black suit with a white shirt with only one button loose and a strip of red silk in the top pocket.He had the same angular brow with startling amber eyes as before, the same high cheekbones, a perfectly straight nose, and gorgeous lips. He had a trim beard that was thicker than a five o’clock shadow that accentuated his masculine charm.All the air left my lungs, leaving me reeling forward.Was this some new brand of torture? It had to be because to his left and right were identical twin women, each with broad smiles, chestnut hair, and white dresses that looked more like bandages.And they looked happy.I stopped breathing. My body went perfectly still. And the only sound filling my ears was the roar of my blood.From the way they pressed their petite bodies against my mate, it looked like he was sleeping with them both. Or the di
Hades stepped back and gave me one of those grins that would have been frightening if my blood wasn’t already thirsting for revenge. I gazed up at the Demon King, my eyes steady, my chest rising and falling with excited breaths. Anyone looking at us would think we were a pair of maniacs. Maybe we were. Because of Griff’s calculated betrayal, I had ended up here in Hell instead of leading my pack.“Wonderful,” Hades drawled as he swept his arm toward the other side of the room. “Healer Iaso will fortify your magic and prepare you for an induction to the modern world.”He stepped back to reveal an even larger space with doors leading out on both sides. At the far end of the room were a pair of staircases on each side that led to a mezzanine. My gaze slid to a gold-framed mirror, where a short woman in a hooded cloak beckoned me over. My brows rose. Had she been standing there the entire time Hades and I had been talking?“Come along, Miss Aibek,” she said, sounding brusque.
Healer Iaso gave me a gentle pat on the shoulder. “We women have had a shitty deal when men are in charge. Things have changed a little in Logris. The Witch Queen still rules, and there’s a Mage Queen and a Fire Queen.”I flinched. Back in my day, anyone who practiced fire magic was executed without trial. “They let Fire users live?”She nodded. “Even His Majesty has softened, now that he’s found his wife.”My shoulders sagged. “What a pity I didn’t wait four decades to murder Griff.”“It’s a pity you had to murder him at all,” she said, her voice soft with sympathy. “If it had been up to me, Franklin Gri ths would have gone straight to the Punishment Pits.”It took several minutes for her words to sink in, and I stared at my lap as the other woman bustled around the room. No matter what I thought about, my mind still kept drifting to Griff. If he had wanted my pack, he could have challenged me like a wolf instead of making me fall in love. That had been the worst part of it all. I’d
I leaned forward, my brows furrowing, and stared at the screen. Everything we’d learned at the academyhad indicated that Fenrir was a wolf, not a shifter. He was the offspring of Loki, the Norse god of mischief, and Angrboda, a giantess also known as the mother of monsters. The only non-animal child they’d had was a daughter called Hel, a goddess who was beautiful down one side of her body but a withered corpse on the other.The man standing with Griff was more like an angel than a god. He had a mop of golden curls that framed a classically beautiful face of high cheekbones, full lips, a darker stubble, and eyes like vibrant turquoise. Men like that didn’t exist. At least not in our pack.“How did Fenrir gain a human form?” I asked.Hades folded his arms across his chest. “According to his sister, Fenrir performed a heinous act of magic to end the world.”My brows drew together. Something in his tone suggested that he thought the explanation was bullshit.“How did Griff convince a go
Hades folded his arms across his chest. “You’ll be working in pairs. Those who produce the information that leads to the capture of Gri ths and his accomplices will spend their afterlife in comfort. If you fail, you will return to the Punishment Pit.”“That hardly seems fair,” mumbled the redhead.He swept his arm toward the door. “One of my imps will escort you to your cell if you no longer wish to participate. I will arrange daily punishments to make up for the magic you received under false pretenses.”“I’ll stay.” Her voice shook.“Good.” Hades raised a hand, and a familiar ache formed in my heart. I placed a hand over my chest and gasped. The last time I’d felt this way was when they had severed my wolf.The other women cried out.I spun around in my seat and found Healer Iaso standing in a doorway, flanked by four wolves. My gaze locked with the most beautiful one of them all, the arctic wolf with cerulean blue eyes and a pristine, white coat, and my heart melted.“Beki.” Before
I ignored those three and focused my gaze on Beki. She was all that mattered. Her, and finding Griff. Hades hadn’t said it directly, but it looked like we would be able to stay together if I satisfied the Demon King’s demands. Not that I needed any incentive to cut down the mangy wolf who had broken my heart and stolen my pack, but it now meant that I couldn’t let my hatred for him compromise the mission.“Everybody, take a deep breath in.” The healer raised both hands, which each held glowing wands.I filled my lungs with air, wondering if she meant for us to inhale our wolves.“And exhale.” Bright light filled my eyes, making them water.Letting out all the air from my lungs, I blinked away the tears, only to feel a slam against my solar plexus that hit harder than any fist. I staggered back, my lips parting in a moan. The other women’s cries echoed across the room, with one of them shrieking as though someone had punched her through the ribcage.As the glare faded, I raised my hands t
Beki nuzzled against our bond. She loved me unconditionally and wasn’t the type of wolf who wanted a better-looking human half, but even she had to admit that life was a thousand times easier with the advantage of beauty.“Wait a minute.” Marianna strode into the room, her hands clenched into fists. “Why does that behemoth get the beautiful amazon and we have to make do with average- looking Neutrals?”“Miss Aibek requires a body that can handle her immense power.”Marianna’s mouth dropped open. “She’s nothing special.”A growl reverberated in the back of my throat, and it wasn’t coming from Beki. Every time Marianna opened her mouth, it was a challenge. Now that Hades wasn’t around to protect her, I was going to show her who was the superior wolf. Squaring my shoulders, I stepped up to the black- haired woman and glared down into her ebony eyes.“Do you have something to say to me, bitch?”She raised her chin, her eyes shining with defiance. “You heard me.”My
Hades was a persistent bastard who continued to attack Shifter City. He sent assassins, spies, and other Trojan horses, but Fenrir was always prepared. With the help of Loki, Ophois, and a few other lupine gods we had encountered during the past fifteen years, Midgard remained the afterlife of choice for all wolves.Our system was simple: the berserkers in the Hellfire Pack would collect the souls of those who died within Shifter City or within the Norse pack’s protected wards. Griff and I would venture out to reap any wolves who died within the Supernatural World.We didn’t even need to hide in the trunk of an Überwald to exit Shifter City. The Hellhounds we rode moved us faster than any speeding vehicle, and the magic protecting our physical forms was powerful enough to shield us from Hades and his enforcers.Griff and I stood within a white room in the Shifter Ward of Atlantis Hospital, waiting for an old she-wolf to take her last breath. We could barely see her through the crowd o
Guests filled white seats in a large reception hall decorated to resemble a Greek temple. At its very end, Hades stood beneath an archway of mauve calla lilies and pomegranate flowers. He wore an ostentatious oxblood red frock coat with plum-colored embroidery.To his right stood a dark-haired male in a morning suit of the same color, wearing a five o’clock stubble that he probably thought made him look cool.Griff gave me a nudge. “His best man is Lucifer, King of the Seventh Faction.”My brows rose, and I scanned the groom’s side of the room. The entire Supernatural Council sat in the front seats with Captain Caria, who wore a dress for a change and sat beside a dark-haired woman whose features were equally as stern. Azriel perched on his seat behind them, looking like he’d been blackmailed into attending.Among the powerful VIPs, I recognized a dark-skinned couple in Egyptian attire who had to be Isis and Osiris, the aunt and uncle of Ophois and the rulers of the First Faction. Lok
Several days ago, Fenrir had suggested we raid the Fifth Faction on the night of the Strawberry Moon. Now we had retrieved the wolf souls, we no longer needed to perform the heist, but my idea would be the perfect revenge.Fenrir sat behind his desk and folded his arms across his chest. He glanced from me to Griff and said, “This is completely unnecessary. After everything you’ve endured, there’s no need for you to face Hades.”Griff spoke first. “This is the least that bastard deserves. He has to learn that striking at Midgard has consequences.”“Agreed,” Fenrir said. “But I don’t want to put either of you at risk.”“It’ll be worth it to teach him not to embed curses in people’s souls,” I said. “And I also can’t wait to melt the smirk off his face when I interrupt him with his mate.”Griff snarled, remembering how Hades had infiltrated our hotel room just as we had planned to become intimate. It was time to return his gesture with one of our own.Fenrir snickered. “Fine, but doing th
My breath turned quick and shallow, and my gaze remained fixed on what was looking to be a terrible earthquake. “Were the others too late to save the wards?”“It’s Fenrir.” Griff slung an arm around my shoulder and tucked me into his side.The distant hill split into several pieces, and the ground that comprised it tumbled away in an avalanche, revealing a mass of white that took up the landscape. My pulse quickened, but Beki made excited barks as though she was meeting an old friend.“Don’t tell me Fenrir’s the size of a blue whale,” I whispered.Griff rubbed his chin. “He once told me he couldn’t shift without destroying the village, but I didn’t completely understand what he meant until now.”Chunks of land rolled off the massive wolf as it rose onto four legs and raised his head toward the pale sky. Despite having remained underground for goodness knows how long, his fur was as pristine as Beki’s. The only difference between them apart from size was that Fenrir’s wolf had turquois
Flying scorpions hovered above us, breathing plumes of fire over our heads whilst trying to re-form. The other wolf shifters tossed wet stones at the swarm, making them break into further pieces. Roars of triumph mingled with the skin-tightening clicks of armored wings, but none of that mattered. Not while Griff was standing before me and declaring he’d made a mistake.The cacophony of sounds faded into the background, and I gazed into his amber eyes. Amber eyes that shone with love and sorrow and regret. Amber eyes that I could have lost myself in for an eternity. Beki pushed herself against our bond and swooned with joy.I wasn’t quite so hopeful.How many times had I gone through this before? I needed to know that the bond wouldn’t bring up something else that would turn Griff away.“Why?” I asked. “Why did you return if it wasn’t for Fenrir?”The muscles in his handsome face tightened, and his gaze jerked to the side. “I didn’t want you to leave the island,” he said, his voice tig
Mum rushed to our side with a bucket of water and set it on the floor. “I’ll get more.”Some of the other wolves had gathered a pile of rocks around the clearing, only to disappear and fetch more, while a few of them remained to hurl them at Snorri. Each stone that landed dented his huge scorpion body, but it did nothing to break him apart.An idea hit me upside the head. “Dad.” I gave him a nudge in the side. “Let’s try getting these stones wet.”Without another word, he walked to the pile of rocks, gathered up a pair, and dipped them in the water. I left the attackers to join him and took one from his hand.I was no expert on arthropods or any other type of shelled creature, but Dad had once told me on a hunting trip that the protective coverings around their bellies were softer than the ones at their backs.“This way.” I flicked my head toward the obelisk.The other wolf shifters continued their attacks on Snorri, making him lash out at them with his tail, but more importantly, the
By now, the air was thick with smoke, but it was nothing compared to the brimstone of Hell. I’d lost track of the flying scorpions and continued through the trees toward the clearing.The swarm had formed the shape of a centaur-like creature, but with a scorpion body replacing that of an equine. Ten feet tall, it stood on six clawed legs with a tail as long as its spine. Hellfire glowed from its bulbous stinger, forming a line of crimson flames down its back.Its back was turned to me, but the same black carapace covered its human side, ending with a round head peppered with bristles. The creature placed a hand on the surface of the obelisk and drummed its fingers.“Urus, teimas, mannaz, othala,” said the voice of an old man. “What a clever combination. Especially when crossed with wunjo and era. Yes... yes… Fine work.”My lips tightened, and I stormed around to look the scorpion man full in the face. It was the only part of his body not covered in the black shell, and he had the sall
Cold shock barreled through my system, even as my chest exploded with streams of burning scorpions. The last week flashed across my mind, filling me with a painful realization. Hades had attached the curse to the bargain Griff had made with the faeries. He’d given us days five before it took control of Griff’s body and destroyed Shifter City.We’d spent the last five days scrambling around trying to break the curse and transfer it to someone else. We had spent all that time worrying about what was inside Griff and hadn’t given a thought to what Hades might have placed in me.Fuck. Griff and I were mates. Rumpel Kracknuts had even hinted that curses could go deeper than the soul of the afflicted. I’d been too concerned with his murder of the healer to even think that he was hinting that I carried the curse.Bloody Hades had turned me into his Trojan horse, and if I couldn’t find a way to stop the swarm, it wouldn’t just mean the destruction of Midgard. It could mean the end of Shifter
The chief enforcer snorted. “I was a few years younger, but I remember you from the academy. Even back then, I knew you were destined for greatness.”My lips formed a tight line. I didn’t need to read his mind to catch his meaning. Randel couldn’t believe that a man like Griff was capable of achieving all those things without my intervention. As a member of Fenrir’s inner circle, he would have heard about our progress, but I couldn’t let him walk away believing I had done all the work.“Franklin Griffiths is more capable than any wolf. It was his knowledge and strength that got us through our trials, not just mine.”Randel nodded and continued toward the driveway.With a sigh, I pushed open the door and walked through the empty hallway. At this time of the night everyone had gone to bed, and my footsteps echoed in the silence. Damp air filled my nostrils as I descended the darkened stairwell that led to the basement, and I pushed the door open to find Fenrir standing beside the fighti