Griff and I stepped back from Fenrir’s desk as the wolf god rose from his seat and rolled his shoulders. Moonlight streamed in from the huge bay window that made up that corner of the alpha’s study, coloring the ends of his blond curls silver.He turned his gaze to the other end of the room and said, “Tell Lydia I’ll be in Hell.”“The Sixth?” Philip asked from where he stood by the doorway.“That’s right.”The Neutral inclined his head before leaving the room.“Where’s Lydia tonight?” I asked.“Dealing with the latest disaster in the Shifter Trials.” Fenrir walked out from behind his desk without elaborating.Griff placed a hand on the small of my back, bringing me closer to his body. I couldn’t tell if the gesture was to comfort me or to warn me not to ask for more details. Either way, his silent show of support calmed my nerves.How bad could it be to blackmail an angel when I had a wolf god and the Norse god of Mischief providing backup?I cleared my throat. “Does your father live
“I’m not taking any chances after tonight’s security breach.”The door ahead of us flung open, and a seven-foot-tall demon charged out, holding a trident. His oxblood-red skin reminded me of the bastards who worked the pits. Behind him jogged a pair of similar-looking creatures who I was certain I had knocked unconscious with sleeping gas.“You,” snarled the one in front, although he was looking at Fenrir and not at me.“Take me to my sister,” Fenrir said.He bared his teeth and hissed, but he still managed to bow. His companions opened the door, which led to a chamber that looked like it belonged in a movie about Hell. It was dome-shaped with metal walls etched to form intricate archways. Giant skulls hung halfway to the ceiling, each spewing streams of lava over shackled prisoners.My breath caught. I had never visited a working throne room. The ones in museums didn’t count, and neither did any I’d seen on television. But this space was huge. It was probably the size of the alpha’s
Heat rose to my cheeks, and my skin itched at all the scrutiny. I tried to push the sensations to the back of my mind, but it was as futile as holding back the ocean. I rubbed the back of my neck and muttered, “He wanted me to be his mate.”Griff snarled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I gave him a pat on the thigh, hoping to convey that I hadn’t once been tempted.Beki rolled on her back and made several happy barks, feeling like she believed that we had reconciled. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that we still hadn’t had the conversation about what had gone wrong between us.“The cheeky bastard.” Sigyn clapped her hands over her mouth. “And he ran off with the waitress when you refused?”I shrugged. “He didn’t strike me as the type who was used to rejection.”Fenrir leaned against the door and folded his arms across his chest. “Now we’ve got to find a way to steal him back from Hades.”The beginnings of an idea took root in the back of my mind. I glanced at Loki, wonderi
The black figure inside the circle thrashed at its invisible barrier. Droplets fell off his form, creating tiny puddles that formed increasing peaks. He screamed, but the sound came out a low bellow that made the lining of my stomach tremble.“Stay back.” Griff pulled me a few steps further away from the ring of blood.He didn’t need to tell me twice. I cursed myself for not bringing a weapon to the Sixth Faction, although if I had shot that thing with the golden pistol, he might have ended up in Fenrir’s basement.The three gods stood around the circle, neither of them showing much reaction to the monster.Loki smirked, the apples of his cheeks rounding. He didn’t seem to be surprised that this wasn’t Azriel.“Who is this?” the monster bellowed, his deep voice now forming a sob. “What have you done to me?”I edged forward, my brow furrowing. Was the creature made of that goo, or had Loki slathered the angel with it as a prank? My lips tightened. This was no laughing matter.“You look
“Why not?” I asked. Griff hadn’t mentioned anything like this before.His eyes hardened. “I can’t stop thinking about what happened in the restaurant. How many brushes have you had with Hades now?”“What’s that got to do with anything?” I stepped back.He placed his hands on my shoulders and held me in place. “He’s determined to make you suffer.”Knots formed in my gut, twisting and tightening until I could barely stand. Griff was right, but who else was out there to carry out the heist? He gazed into my eyes with an intensity that made my heart flutter. Now wasn’t the time to bask in his concern.I lowered my lashes and murmured, “Going down there and rescuing all those souls is my atonement.”“For killing me?” he said.My throat tightened. “No matter how angry I was on that day, I should never have been so sadistic.”“Cathwulf,” he said, his voice a rasp.“There’s no excuse and no amount of saying that I’m sorry could take back what I did.”He fell silent for several moments, the we
By the time we left the Sixth Faction, the sun had risen and was filling the wooded area of Richmond Park with light. I peered through the trees, finding no sign of humans, and passed the wards with Fenrir and Griff.My feet dragged, and my arms hung like barbells at my sides. This had been one of the longest and most arduous nights I’d spent in a physical body, and I was sure the ends of my hair stank of brimstone.A trio of enforcers awaited us at the other side of the poppy field and walked alongside us through the gates of the alpha’s compound, down the driveway, and to the mansion’s verandah.“Good work, today,” Fenrir said without a trace of tiredness. “We’ll reconvene at six.”Instead of going into his home, he crossed the lawn and headed toward the guesthouse. Griff stepped ahead of me and opened the door.“After you.”“Thanks.” I stepped into the hallway.“Cathwulf.”I paused, waiting for him to say something meaningful. Seconds passed, and when all I heard from him was a sig
“The only way I could capture your attention for more than a fleeting moment was when I told you new things and gave you new experiences.”“But that didn’t mean you had to invent a whole new persona,” I said.He took my hand and brought it to his lips. “You’re right, but I didn’t want to lose you.”“Even though I’m difficult?”His sad chuckle made my chest tighten. “No wolf backs down from a challenge.”“What?” I pulled my hand away.Griff winced as though he had made the wrong choice of words. I clenched my teeth. If he had called me a challenge, he had probably meant what he’d said.“You were everything I wanted to be, Cathwulf,” he said, his words strained. “I admired you so much that I thought claiming you as my mate might make me whole.”I leaned forward, resting my chest against my bent knees. “What on earth does that mean?”“All those years of failing to protect my mother from that bastard wore me down,” he ground out. “You would have found a way to save your family and seize c
I gazed up at Griff, the pulse in my throat fluttering like the wings of a trapped butterfly. Every inch of my skin thrummed with anticipation of his kiss, even though I hadn’t yet said yes.“Please.” He drew even closer, his full lips inches away from mine. “If we had more time, I wouldn’t press, but this could be our last chance.”His cedar and woodsmoke scent filled my senses, and his warm breath caressed my skin. I whispered, “All right.”Griff closed the distance between us and threaded his fingers through my hair, sending tingles across my scalp. He placed a soft kiss on the left corner of my mouth, and then the right.“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice breathy.“Committing this moment to memory.” He drew back, his eyes meeting mine.Normally, I would lose myself in his amber irises and marvel at the way the dim light illuminated his angular features. The desperation in his eyes was as though this would be our last moment together before we spent the rest of our afterlives
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