“That’s when you plan on attacking Shifter City,” I said.“Refuse, and you will lose your mate.” Hades pointed at Griff’s chest. “The curse I planted in his soul won’t just kill him. When it picks up enough power, the enchantment will compel him to enter Shifter City. When it explodes, the wards will fall, and if my demons don’t drag you all to Hell, every human prowling Richmond Park will attack.”“That’s in breach of the Supernatural Secrecy Act,” I snarled.Hades narrowed his eyes. “Who’s going to report my actions when you’re both reduced to atoms?”I gulped. Even if I did report him, who would be powerful enough to restrain the Demon King?Hades disappeared with a pop. I turned around to find him standing at the elevator.“You have five days before the curse reaches its full power.” Hades stepped into the device and leaned against its wall. “Five days until it takes control of your carcass and walks you into Shifter City as a Trojan horse.”Nausea roiled in my gut, but I couldn’t
By the time I awoke, my head was pounding, and the backs of my eyes ached from all the stress from our encounter with Hades. The morning sun streamed in through my closed eyelids, filling my vision with a bright haze. I shifted on the mattress, eliciting a moan from Griff.I was lying on my side again with my head resting on his shoulder. Griff’s arm around my back twitched, and he pulled me into his chest.“Are you awake?” I whispered.“Tell me that was a nightmare,” he replied with a groan.“I wish it was.” Cracking open an eye, I squinted out of the window to find the sun had fully risen and was halfway to its zenith. “Shit.”“What?”“Remember our plan to see the Fae King first thing in the morning?”He grunted once for yes.“It feels like eight or nine o’clock.”“For fuck’s sake,” he snarled.Any other morning, I would slide a hand down that delectable body and wrap my fingers around his erection, but Hades’ warning rang through my ears. We had five days to break this curse, or it
I reached into the pocket of my jacket, took out a handful of iron salt, and sprinkled it on the ground. Griff took a handful of the substance and dipped the muzzle of his gun into the small pile. He brought it close, so I could also charge up my weapon. I gave him a sharp nod. This particular variety might not kill a demon, but they were no fan of salt.Beki’s hackles rose, and she growled at someone at our backs.“We’re ready for them,” I said into our bond. “Bark if they make a sudden move.”She nodded.A sizzling sounded behind us, accompanied by a pained groan and the acrid stench of burning flesh.I whirled around, pointed the gun, only to find a woman-shaped shadow on the path behind us, clutching at her foot.“You,” I snarled.“Help me,” she cried.I slipped my gun into my pocket. Moddey Dhoo was an asshole who may or may not have tricked us into handing over our iron daggers, but she wasn’t dangerous.My lips formed a tight line. “What are you doing here?”She hopped backward
“We might have only one chance to capture the bastard who bargained with me. If we don’t make the summoning as powerful as possible, he might escape and find a way to protect himself.”I nodded. “Then let’s go to the palace.”“Do you think the Fae King will recognize us from the hospital?” Griff asked.“An arrogant faerie who thinks he’s above everyone?” I asked with a snort. “Doubtful.”Griff barked a laugh. Instead of continuing down the side of the hotel, he turned on his heel and walked back toward the outdoor car park.I strolled at his side, my heart swelling with hope. “Where are we going?”“We’ll need something to capture the royal breath.” He flicked his head toward where Wulfie had parked. “Maybe our driver has a container.”“How do you know so much about languages and ancient symbols?”He gazed down at me and smiled. “My mother used to be a teacher at the island’s only academy. When my father lost the pack, she stayed behind for her students. And when our life went to shit,
I leaned into Griff and whispered, “When they said tea with the king…”“I thought he would at least sit at the head of a table.” He flicked his head toward the end of the room.The Fae King slumped on a golden throne, dressed in a black velvet frock coat that contrasted with his long, silver hair. Ornate silver buttons ran along its cuffs and in two rows down its front, giving it the vibes of a tin soldier. The shirt he wore beneath it was unbuttoned to his waistband, revealing his pale, muscular chest.I held back a snort. What a wanker.He rested his chin on the palm of his hand and stared unseeingly through half-lidded eyes. I’d never seen anyone look so thoroughly bored. Flanking him on his left and right were officious looking men and women dressed in medieval formal wear.“Those have to be the High Court faeries,” I said to Beki.She cocked her head. If I’d had the time, I would have explained to her that these were the aristocrats, while the loan sharks and those who ran the ca
I returned to the Faerie Palace Hotel with Griff, my insides thrumming at the prospect of confronting the faerie who had ruined his life—both of our lives. Nobody should ever have to bargain something as precious as their own child to save their father. Especially not a sixteen-year-old who was too young to enter into contracts.If Griff hadn’t made that bargain, then he would never have stolen my alpha magic. He would also never have been cursed with an insatiable lust or been coerced into saying those terrible words and banishing my family and me.We practically sprinted through the hotel’s white marble lobby and bounded up its black-and-white marble staircase. After last night, neither of us particularly wanted to take the elevator.“How long do you think it will take?” I asked Griff as we reached our floor.“Twenty minutes to set up,” he said in a low voice. “The most difficult part will be arranging the metal around the ritual circle.”I glanced over my shoulder and down the stai
As soon as we passed the wards, a little old man in a tweed suit emerged from behind a stack of books, his white mustache quivering as though it was a separate being. He swept into a low bow.“Welcome to the Fitzroy.” Straightening, he beamed, revealing gapped teeth that had been filed into sharp points. “I believe you’re seeking a ritual room?”Griff stiffened, and I stepped back. “How did you know?”“Fitzroy is a place of knowledge, young lady.” He tapped the side of his head, as though that explained anything. “Follow me.” He strode across the large room and disappeared through a doorway.Griff and I exchanged glances before rushing after the old man. Unlike the servant at the faerie palace, this one moved with an alarming speed for his height and age. The next room had darker paneled walls and a spiritual staircase that stretched over ten stories. Instead of a bannister, an iron pole took up its middle that reminded me of the ones Batman used.We followed him five flights before h
The faerie’s gaze sharpened. “What’s in it for me?”“Freedom,” I blurted. “Freedom from this circle. Freedom from being burned with the iron salt I’ve stuffed in my pocket. Freedom from this gun filling you with iron bullets. Need any more incentives to take off that bargain? I’d be happy to demonstrate.”“Keep your hair on,” he said, his nostrils flaring. “There’s no need to rant like a raging bull.”“What were you saying before?” Griff asked.I turned to my mate, my eyes pleading. “Let’s get rid of this curse, while the faerie’s still in an agreeable mood.”Griff’s features tightened, and he stared down at me so long that my heart spasmed. Eventually he gave me a soft nod. “You’re right.”“Go on, then,” I said to Rumpel Kracknuts. “Take away your bargain.”“It’s done.” He patted down his ruffles and sniffed.“What does that mean?” I asked.“See for yourself.” He waved his fingers in the direction of Griff’s middle.Griff glanced at his chest, then at me, and frowned. I frowned back.
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