LOGINJolene was never supposed to stay. An omega with a shadowed past, she’s been hiding in the ruthless Dark Slayer Pack, keeping her scent cloaked and her secrets even closer. She’s counting down the days until she can disappear — quietly, without leaving a trace. There’s just one problem. Alpha Jayden. Her fated mate. He doesn’t know. He can’t know. Jo has spent years pretending the bond doesn’t exist, burying the pull in silence. But when a she-wolf named Lucy — an outcast on trial for murder — accidentally wears Jo’s unscent-masked clothing, everything crumbles. Jayden catches Lucy’s scent… and believes she’s the one. Now Jolene is forced to watch her mate fall for someone else. As strange deaths ripple through the werewolf world and the Royal Generals arrive to investigate, the lies Jo built her world on begin to crack. Why is she hiding her bond? What truth is she protecting? And what will happen when her scent is no longer hidden? In a world ruled by destiny, love, and betrayal — Jolene may be the only one who can stop what’s coming… But only if she dares to be found.
View MoreHe did not take her far.Just past the last of the fires, to where the ground sloped down toward the water and the noise of the camp thinned out into wind. There was a flat rock there, half dry. He sat down on it and pulled her down beside him and did not say anything for a while.He took her hand instead, and turned it over, and looked at it. Checking. He had done it twice at the crack and he would keep doing it for months without knowing he was doing it."Say something," he said eventually. "Anything. I do not care what it is."Jo considered it."Your eyebrows," she said, "are doing a thing."Dante made a sound that was half a laugh and half something far worse, and pulled her into his chest, and did not let go.She let him.He was not in good shape and she could feel all of it. The blood dried down one side of his jaw. A rib that moved wrong under her cheek. His hair too long and stiff with salt, gold eyes ringed with silver and rimmed red underneath, five days of poison still work
Her hands started shaking first.Not the way hands shake from cold or fear. A fine, hard tremor, wrist to fingertip, like something enormous was trying to fit itself through them.Lucy felt it and let go.Then Jo's back arched off the wet stone, and she came up off the ground.Not standing. Rising. Six inches, then a foot, then higher, the soaked white dress hanging straight down beneath her and the water peeling up off the rock and following her into the air in long ropes that never fell.The light came out of her chest.It went white, and then past white, and then it was not light any more so much as a shape around her, a burning halo that started at her ribs and stretched out until she was standing at the centre of a sun.And every person on that ground had the same thought at the same time.It was never in the orb.She is the power the orb commands.The orb cracked.It lay where Victor had set it down, and it split along its whole length with a sound like a bone breaking, and the
There was no pain.That was the first thing Jo understood, standing barefoot on wet sand under a sky that had no colour and every colour at once.The second thing she understood was that she could speak."Oh," she said out loud, and burst into tears at the sound of her own voice.She had been silent for six weeks. She had screamed inside her own skull until her head rang and nothing had ever come out, and now she stood on a shore and said "oh" and heard it, and she sat down in the sand and sobbed like a child until she could not breathe.The sea waited."I know this place," she said eventually, wiping her face.You should. You have been coming here for months.She got up very slowly.The water was rising. Not as a wave. As a shape, coming up out of the deep and taking form as it came, coils going out past the edge of what she could see and still going, a head the size of a house crowned in something between coral and light.And the eyes.She would have known those eyes at the bottom o
By the fifth day the allied camp at the Abyssal Gate had stopped being a camp.The line had bent back twice. The eastern picket was gone entirely, and what was left of it had folded into the centre, and the centre was a ring of exhausted wolves and vampires standing shoulder to shoulder around a hole in the limestone, holding a position that had no strategic value whatsoever except that it was the only door and nobody was willing to be the one who let go of it.They were not fighting the sea creatures. Nobody could fight the sea creatures. The beasts were elsewhere, eating coastlines.What came up through the crack were demons, and they came up in shifts, all day and all night, and the wolves killed them and killed them and the crack kept producing more.Ian had not slept in four days. He had stopped pretending he was going to. He fought on the north face with a blade in each hand because his wolf had given out on the second day and he had not told anybody.Sarah fought beside him.Th
PrologueIt was one of those dull, cloudy mornings in Dark Slayer Pack — not quite raining, but the kind of grey that made everything feel a bit heavier. Jolene sat on her bed, legs tucked under a blanket, flipping through the final pages of her well-worn vampire novel. Her heart raced with anticipa
Lucy stared at her mate as if he’d grown a second head. She had to have misheard him. Surely.Caleb exhaled and rubbed at his temples, pacing a little like he was trying to find the right version of the truth.This wasn’t like him. Caleb was always loose-shouldered, playful, the type to crack a joke
As Jo led Dante toward the hunting ground, the noise of the gathering crowd grew louder and louder.Jo’s stomach twisted in disgust.Every year, the Dark Slayer pack held their "traditional hunt" — a brutal bloodsport where captured slaves were hunted down and killed. They weren’t just demons, eith
"I’m only joking, Miss Jo," Dante said with a smirk tugging at his handsome mouth.Jo didn’t believe him for a second. He knew something. She could see it in the way he watched her — sharp, too sharp.She would need to get back to her room later to reinforce the masking of her scent. She also had












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