I didn’t bother to turn around to see if Griff was following me because I could feel his gaze lingeringon my ass, and the heat of his body warmed mine even though we were several feet apart. I gazed out through the distorted barrier that separated this pocket of the Hellfire Pack’s territory to the larger enclosure, my lips curving into a smile. In less than a few days, I would gather that intel from Griff and drag him back to Hell.Just as I was about to step through the wards, footsteps hurried toward us.“Alpha?” Rocco said.I paused, my stomach tightening. If the kennel master so much as mentioned that I was wielding Hellfire, then this mission was over. Even Beki stiffened, her jaws tightening.Griff paused.My heart thrummed a steady beat, and every ounce of moisture evaporated from my throat. I turned back toward the brick building to find Rocco standing at its wooden door with his hands clasped.“What is it?” Griff said, his voice sharp with impatience.“It’s the dying pup.” Roc
For a horny, blackmailing kennel master, he certainly took his duties seriously. As he guided me through another part of the building where he stored supplies for the Hellhounds, there wasn’t a single mention of blowjobs. The hounds ate twice a day, and only the best cuts of meat. As the hours progressed, we fed them together, watching them turn from smoke to solid as they gobbled up entire goats and stared at us through eyes of flame.By the time we’d fed the Hellhounds, mucked them out, and added new straw to their pens, Rocco rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s basically all there is to taking care of the beasts.” His gaze swept up and down my body. “You’re a good worker and a natural with them once you realized they wouldn’t bite.”I raised a shoulder, still not quite believing this was the same guy from before. “They’re pretty nice once you get used to them.”His eyes softened. “Yeah.”My gaze wandered down the line of cages to the door that led to the vestibule, and the urge to
“Fuck, no.”When they stepped inside and the doors closed, the car made a three-point turn and drove toward the exit of Richmond Park. As it disappeared from the frame, its inside lit up with what appeared to be fire.I lurched forward. “Can you replay that bit?”“No need,” Larissa said, her voice a monotone. She tapped a few commands into her phone, and it brought up another video.Ruby and Marianna hung on racks in the Punishment Pits, with demons shoving red-hot pokers in their bellies. Their spirits had already turned semi-transparent from the torture, and I slumped forward in my seat.“Those two made the mistake of telling Franklin Gri ths that they had escaped from Hell and were in need of shelter,” said Hades’ sharp voice over the sound of screams.I wrapped my arms around my middle and shuddered. It was strange to think that a vision like that three days ago would only make me feel relief. Relief that it wasn’t me being tortured. Now that I was out of Hell and away from the
Silence spread across Coyote Willy’s backyard, broken only by the pounding of my heart. I stood with myback to Don’s caravan, staring into the eyes of the tall, skinny wolf whose big mouth threatened to get us dragged back to Hell. Beki rose to her paws and growled, her hackles rising. It reflected exactly how I felt.“Did you follow me?” I asked.Rocco raised a shoulder. “The girls were talking about your friend. Did you know she tried to get the beta to go back to that caravan with her? I guessed you’d gone to see her, and I was about to knock when you stepped out.”“So, you’re a stalker, then?”“I’m a wolf, if that’s what you mean.” He closed the distance between us.A flare of panic turned my mind blank as I considered the consequences of the Hellfire pack finding out that I was also a spy. “Why are you doing this?”“You were so good with the hounds.” He pressed me against the side of the rusty caravan. “I’ve never met a female my wolf liked so much.”Rocco’s aftershave burned
Hell was in desperate need of women’s liberation because there was no justice for our kind.Headlights lit up Coyote Willy’s backyard, and the Überwald driver stopped in front of us. He had the white, wooly hair of a sheep shifter, complete with leg-of-mutton sideburns. “You’ve opted for anonymity?”“Yes,” I said, my gaze darting toward Rocco. “And I know it costs extra.”The driver flicked his head to the back. “In you go, then.”Rocco opened the door and swept his arm toward its exterior like he was a charming prince who had paid for the transportation. “After you.”“Thanks,” I said in a voice of acid.Beki gave me a sharp bark, reminding me to play things cool. I slipped into the Überwald’s leather interior and forced myself to relax. She was a hundred percent correct. If I played this right, I wouldn’t even need to knee Rocco in the balls.The kennel master stepped in after me, and I held my breath, my gaze darting toward Coyote Willy’s back door. Nobody could see us together, not
Throughout his story, my heart pounded a rapid beat. The way he spoke, it felt like I was there, sitting at home with my family huddled around me and glued to my television set, only to have it explode in the many power surges.“Bloody Hell,” I whispered.“They all ran away,” said the driver. “The witches, mages, vampires, faeries, angels, and the demons. Beowulf was the Shifter King at the time, and he said he wasn’t leaving his home. When Fenrir and his mate took over, they went one step better.”“How?” I asked, my eyes wide.“Shifter City has the strongest wards of any supernatural enclosure.” He tapped the side of his nose. “They’re not just powered by the life force of the most powerful god who ever lived, but with the magic of the Sixth Faction of Hell.”I blew out a long breath. It was no wonder Fenrir felt comfortable to shelter the Hellfire Pack. If the Sixth Faction was backing him, then he could easily stand up to Hades and the Fifth.Rocco opened the door, letting in a g
My lips trembled as I told her what had happened, and my words tripped over each other. It wasn’tlike me to find another woman intimidating, but she had probably been the same one who had dragged Ruby and Marianna off of the street.Seeing her was like getting a fresh taste of Hell after having spent two blissful days in the World of the Living, where my only source of annoyance had been unwanted male attention. Her features remained expressionless as she listened to my account of what had happened, but eventually, she spoke.“Why were the two women you were sent out with unwilling to share the information they gathered from the Hellfire pack?”I flinched. That question had been unexpected. “Rocco told me that they were taken to Fenrir, who bound their souls. I don’t know the exact details.”Captain Caria nodded, as though understanding. “And this one?”“I’m not sure what connection he has with Fenrir, but he has to be important to the pack if he was allowed behind the wards
She didn’t reply, but then, she was always the optimistic part of my soul that held out the hope that people were good. I didn’t have the heart to rehash that video Larissa showed us of Ruby and Marianna getting tortured for failing the mission. Instead, I padded over to my case, pulled out a thick nightgown, and got changed.Tomorrow, things would be different. Instead of dwelling on what Griff had done to me, I would focus on extracting every ounce of information from the bastard before it was time for us both to return to Hell.The next morning, Boris shouted a wakeup call, alerting everyone that it was time for brunch. Since I knew nobody would be taking care of the Hellhounds, I made my way to the extra-warded space and hurried to see Bonnie and her puppies, praying to every deity that I knew of that the pale one had survived the night with her mother.She sat in the corner again, looking about half as big as her siblings. When I approached the bars, she turned around and gave me