Orion sighs, dropping his face into his hand, shaking his head. “June…” he sighs, probably trying to warn me away from a fight with a Goddess. I ignore him, all of them. If Anton has had a mother out there all of this time, he deserves information! And she was sending Faiza to actively tell him to
This world – it will be as I will it. It is mine. And if she wants to keep her place here – her beautiful beacon city in the Darkness – then she will recognize my right to rule as well as my demands. Or else I’ll go to war with her as well. And I’ll win that one too. My wolf snarls, deep a
“If…if it were possible,” Blythe says, still looking down at his feet. “I’d like to be reincarnated…soon. I don’t want to go back to the Dead place – I don’t think I was really…there. And I don’t want my memories, if you please. I want to…try again. Start fresh.” Life hums, considering, and then n
“Juniper, could you…could you maybe visit my mom?” he whispers. “Tell her…I don’t know, in a way that she understands, what to expect when the next kid is…exactly the same as me?” I laugh a little and nod, grinning at him. “And…please ask her not to name me Redman,” he whispers. “It’s such a wei
Life looks around at all of us, a pretty smile on her lips, baffled but amused. Even Faiza looks up at her with raised eyebrows. “Why is this surprising?” Life asks. “Mom!” Anton bites out, his voice breaking on the word, tense and stressed. “Please – I need way, way more information here!” “Oh,
“His brother?” I snarl, leaning towards her, narrowing my gaze. “What the hell does some stranger have to do with this!?” Life smirks at me and turns her gaze back to her son, dismissing me in turn. My wolf’s growl makes itself known in my own throat. “It doesn’t matter,” Life says. “Our time gr
I nod, biting my lip, understanding, wanting to give him all of the space I can. But even as I hold back my barrage of questions and ideas, my wolf howls with delight. Because Tony…a body. A body. It’s still there – in our world – and I have a magical mother healer. If she can help, and we can bri
“What’s – what’s happening!?” I gasp, spinning towards Life, desperate to know. “A call to war,” Life says, leveling her gaze at me. “My brother has challenged you and recalled his son, as is his right. The Selkie I see,” she says, shifting her gaze to Laila now, “is thoroughly yours. That as wel
“No!” she sputters out, stumbling a few steps towards me, shaking her head so hard her pretty blue-green hair flutters out all around her. “No, Junie, don’t make me go! I want…I want to stay here! And help! I mean…” she bites her lip. “It will be nice to be able to visit home. But I want to stay wit
“I’m sending you home too,” I say quietly, doing my best to look each in the eyes. “I’m sorry this happened to you. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed that you didn’t get the wish.” They murmur a variety of responses back to me, most of them relieved. One by one they step forward and I take their ha
“Does…” I whisper, my eyes still fastened to Orion as my eyes move over him, feeling the powers that radiate from him now. “Does that mean you have all of the powers of Darkness too? From…from the wish?” “No,” Orion murmurs, looking down at his hands and flexing them, experimenting with the feel o
Beatrice is the last to go, staring at me in shock, realizing finally that she bet everything on the wrong horse. I bare my teeth at her, fangs extended, and Beatrice’s eyes go wider as she trembles and finally submits, going to her knees and bowing her head. “Good,” I say, my voice returning to n
Laila’s knife sinks deep between Death’s shoulder blades and the final scream of a God fills the air as Death falls to his knees. The magic stops mid-stream, like a tap being suddenly turned off. I groan and tilt forward against Anton, who catches me and holds me against his chest. “Shit, June,”
“Just a little longer, June. She’ll do it.” But what if she doesn’t? What if…what if I’m inches from oblivion, and this is it? My heart strains in my chest, my wolf shaking like a leaf from snout to tail. But still, I will myself to hope. To trust in my friend. “I know,” I reply, letting my ey
I gasp, my shoulders trembling under the sheer weight of Death’s magic that flows over and around us, my shield barrier straining and buckling under its might. “June,” Anton breathes, eyes wide as he looks up at the magic streaming over us in an unending torrent. “Shit – are you –“ I crouch besi
The wish presses against Death for a moment and then sinks into him, dissolving into his chest. He sighs with happiness and what looks like ecstasy, tilting his head back to the sky as the magic disappears into him. Beatrice steps away, tucking her hands behind her back, beaming at the God she jus
Before I can get more than three steps after Laila, Anton lunges forward, his paws landing on either side of me as he snatches at the back of my gown with his teeth, holding me back. His fierce growl reminds me that I need to stay here – that Death took Laila because he wants me to come rushing onto