Turning into Auri’s office, I could see Ezekiel had been working out of it but I turned to one of the bookshelves and pulled out the drawers that were beneath them. Auri had a complicated, yet brilliant filing system that spanned over a ridiculous amount of time. Everything was meticulously ordered and filed. Bryan walked in while I was working through drawer number three. “Hector, what…?” “I know Auri kept records of everything. Where were the lists?” Bryan came closer. “What lists, Hector? There are thousands of them in here.” “The…the ones with the individuals we went after. The BloodHunter coven. When we took down the High Council.” I slammed the third drawer shut, opening the fourth. “I don’t think it’s on that side. It’s older.” Bryan turned and opened up two of the drawers near the door. “Why?” I growled, moving onto the next. “To prove a theory wrong.” Ezekiel came into the doorway next. “Everything okay?” “Apparently, Rydere has a theory that Hector is trying to prov

“No Dad, she isn’t. Hector and Pipsqueak have been working nearly non-stop trying to find her but they aren’t able to grasp much. We don’t have a lead or anything. The first time Zeke felt anything was three days ago, and she was removed from the pack. It does mean she is still alive but now we don’t have a connection to her.” Logan sighed. “Neither do I.” “Well, maybe you could have helped four months ago when we told you she was missing in the first fucking place.” Morgan grumbled. “Auri goes ‘missing’ all the time. I didn’t think…” Vale balked and his mouth dropped open. “Are you kidding me? We told you, explicitly, that the BloodHunter Coven somehow has been rebuilt. That they were the ones who had her and you thought she was on a fucking vacation? She traded her life for my mates. The least you could have done was come and help!” Logan looked up at Vale. “You found your mate? Did you make her Luna?” I winced but Vale held my hand tighter. “Alpha Ezekiel is my mate, Dad. He c

The screen before us flickered and showed a typical news layout. A woman of fey decent with bright purple hair and black glasses was sitting behind a desk, her hands intertwined on top of it. A blue news bar at the bottom ran: ‘We interrupt you nightly news for an important segment. We will be back to the nightly news after these messages’. In a box on the right hand side of the screen was a title card as well.“High Council, friend or foe?” Lucy read aloud. “Oh god…no…”Felix shifted and took her hands, holding them tight. In fact, all of us were now holding onto something. For me, I clutched my knees, as did Jax next to me. Simon and Vale were clutching the arms of their chairs while AJ just had his fists balled up.The paused screen started with the scurrying of multiple people, all wired with earpieces in. One handed the anchorwoman cards and another finished putting in her earpiece. It all felt like an emergency announcement. The fey seemed nervous, quickly glancing through the ca

I couldn’t wrap my head around what was going on. We thought there would be a tipping point. We knew that there was going to be a moment where we might see a shift. This was someone throwing a bomb onto it and blowing it to pieces. My eyes searched Pipsqueak then Bryan for this being some kind of joke. Anything that would make this better. Anything that would not destroy everything we had.“How much of this is true?” When Vale spoke, it was low and menacing but he didn’t look up at anyone in particular.“A surprisingly good bit of it, actually. I would say maybe about 80-85% of it.” It was Pipsqueak who answered. “It’s what makes it believable. If you really wanted to dig, you could. A lot of it would be confirmed.”Vale grabbed the coffee table flipped it over the heads of Lucy, Felix, and AJ as it slammed into the window and shattered the glass. I winced and turned away from him.“Fuck! Fucking damn it!” He yelled as he kicked the chair he had been sitting in and it flew into the fro

The next time I woke, I was hanging back up in my usual position. My eyes were wrapped with gauze from my nose up to my forehead. The pounding in my head was the same. It happened every time they put me under. It would take days for it to go away. I took stock of my body. Toes moved. Fingers moved. Muscles in my legs and arms were tight but could move. I had been out for a while then just hung up to dry. “It’s awake, sir.” My brow furrowed and I cocked my head slightly. Usually there wasn’t someone in here watching. It was only just a guard check. There was another few moments and the door opened to the right of me. “Well, well. It survived at least.” A door swung open and I could smell their cologne as they got closer. “You alive, mutt?” I didn’t say anything. They grabbed my chin and yanked me up. I could feel their breath fan on skin and it made me convulse. “We fixed your voice so you could speak. Didn’t they once hail you as the best singer? What was it? ‘She could charm a