LOGIN"Caleb, any updates?" Dante mindlinked, already knowing his friend was probably in bed with another she-wolf.
"Nah, man," Caleb replied casually. "I was busy dealing with a... rather important issue that required my immediate attention."
Dante rolled his eyes and sighed heavily.
Of course.
They were only supposed to stay here one night.
But after his encounter with Jolene... everything changed.
He had extended the visit for a full week, wasting precious time, and he didn’t even care.
Not when he knew his mate was here. Somewhere close.
His heart screamed that it was Jolene.
But then... why had the other girl carried the same scent too?
Was he mistaken? Was something wrong with him?
"Just make sure you speak to the witnesses by this evening," Dante ordered sharply, snapping the mindlink shut.
This mission was supposed to be straightforward.
Instead, he couldn’t get Jolene’s face, her wild, vibrant hair, out of his mind.
He needed to see her again.
No, he had to.
*
"What do we do now?" Lucy asked, looking helplessly at Jo. They were still standing awkwardly outside Dante’s door.
"Well, he did dismiss us," Jo said brightly, clapping her hands together. "Which means... we’re free to do whatever we want!"
Lucy’s face lit up with a grin as Jo grabbed her hand.
"Come on! You said you didn’t have any hobbies, right? Well, let me share something very special with you!"
Giggling like children, the two girls hurried back to their shared room.
"This is it," Jo said grandly once they arrived. "I present to you... the world’s greatest treasure!"
She carefully lifted her pillow to reveal the book she had been hiding: a thick, worn vampire novel.
Lucy gasped.
"Jo! Vampire novels are banned! If Alpha finds out, you could get into serious trouble!"
"That’s why it’s a secret," Jo said proudly. "It took a lot of smuggling and bribing to get them through the pack borders. But trust me, they’re worth it. This one’s about my sweet Drake and Daisy."
Jo hugged the book to her chest like it was a precious child.
Lucy burst out laughing.
"I’m honored to share your big dark secret. But... I’m not much of a reader."
Those were the famous last words.
Within hours, Lucy was completely engrossed, eyes devouring every page Jo had handed her.
Jo wandered back into the room carrying a plate of fruit. She popped a grape into her mouth and watched, amused, as Lucy flipped furiously through the novel, completely absorbed.
"So..." Jo said casually, smirking. "Can I have my book back? I was on chapter seventeen."
"NO!" Lucy snapped, clutching the book to her chest. "I have to know why Daisy keeps trying to run away from Drake! She’s so dumb! Drake loves her so much and she just keeps making it worse. Big oof!"
Jo laughed so hard she nearly fell off the bed, watching Lucy scratch her blonde head in frustration and dive back into the story.
"Welcome to my world," Jo said, grinning. "Which chapter are you even on now? Has the character Cami..."
"Uh-uh! No spoilers!" Lucy raised a finger dramatically. "I’m only on chapter twelve!"
Before Jo could tease her more, the door slammed open.
Polly stood in the doorway, her expression thunderous.
"What the hell are you two doing here?! You’re supposed to be serving General D. Castiel!"
Jo raised an eyebrow lazily.
"We were dismissed. And being the good, obedient omegas that we are, we returned to our rooms," she said, dripping sarcasm.
"Jo! This isn’t the time for jokes!" Polly snapped. "Even if you were dismissed, you’re supposed to stay nearby in case the general needs something! Now get back there, both of you!"
Jo and Lucy scrambled up immediately, guilt flashing across Lucy’s face.
As they hurried back down the halls, Jo stomped angrily.
"You okay, Jo?" Lucy asked gently.
"No! Being an omega sucks! You get ordered around like you’re nothing. I’m sick of it," Jo muttered, staring straight ahead.
"Well, lucky we’re getting out of here soon, right?" Lucy said, bumping her shoulder lightly.
Jo cracked a small smile.
"Yes. Cannot wait," she said, heavily emphasizing each word.
"Cannot wait for what?"
The familiar deep voice made them both jump.
They turned, and sure enough, General Dante stood behind them, arms crossed, looking far too amused.
"Greetings, General," Lucy said quickly, lowering her head. "We were just on our way to see if you needed anything."
"All good, ladies," Dante said, flashing a lazy smile. "Just heading to the hunting grounds. But..." He scratched the back of his head, feigning confusion. "I seem to be a little lost."
"We can guide you, General!" Lucy offered brightly.
"Thank you, Lucy," Dante said smoothly. His golden eyes flickered to Jo. "But I was thinking Jolene could help me instead."
Jo stared back at him, her face blank.
"Sure, Ge-ne-ral," she said dryly, drawing out the word.
She spun on her heel. "Follow me."
Without waiting, Jo led the way down the corridor, leaving Lucy behind.
*
"So, Jolene..." Dante drawled as they walked. "What’s your story?"
"My story’s none of your business, General," Jo retorted without even glancing at him.
Dante chuckled lowly.
"You’re masking your scent, you know."
Jo stopped dead in her tracks.
Her heart hammered wildly in her chest.
How did he know?
She turned slowly to face him, trying to keep her expression neutral.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," she said, but her voice wavered slightly.
Dante didn’t respond.
He simply closed the distance between them, fast, until he was standing so close she could feel the heat radiating off his skin.
Their eyes locked.
Jo's hazel eyes burned into his molten golden ones, stubborn and furious.
"You can't fool me, Jolene," Dante said, his voice low and commanding.
"Unmask your scent. Now."
Jo staggered slightly as his Alpha aura slammed into her, heavier and more intense than anything she had ever felt.
Her knees weakened.
Breathing became harder.
"Leave me... alone," she rasped, struggling to stay upright under the suffocating pressure.
Dante tilted his head, watching her coolly. Then he reached out, slowly, deliberately, and took her trembling hands in his.
"Not until you show me the truth," he murmured.
Jo's mind spun.
The moment his hands touched hers, she caught another breath of his scent, woody, smoky, utterly intoxicating.
Why did he smell so good?
Why did she want to lean closer?
NO.
This had to be a trick.
A trap.
Maybe he was a spy from her old life.
Maybe he was here to expose her, to destroy everything she had carefully hidden.
Panic clawed at her chest.
She couldn’t reveal her real scent.
She couldn’t risk it.
Not to him.
Not to anyone.
Jo clenched her jaw, praying silently to the Moon Goddess for strength as Dante continued to hold her, waiting, watching, daring her to break.
He 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
The orb had been awake for hours before Victor used it.He spent most of that time simply holding it, sitting on the drowned steps of Ledger Court with the water at his shins and the thing burning steadily in his cupped hands, learning what it would let him do.There were forty-one mythical sea creatures that the orb could summon.Forty-one. Curled in trenches and under ice shelves and in the black water beneath the fairy coast, most of them asleep for so long that the seabed had grown over them and made hills.Victor went through them slowly, the way a man goes through a wine list.Then he stood up, and put his hand flat on the surface of the water, and began.The first thing anyone in the six realms knew about it was the tide going out.Everywhere. At once. Every coast in every realm, and it did not stop where a tide stops. It went out until the harbours were mud and the ships were on their sides and the fishing villages of four kingdoms were standing at the edge of their own seabeds
Ledger Court had not been dry in five years.The water stood at knee height through the lower galleries, still and black and warm as breath, and the great chandeliers of white coral hung burning above it with a light that had no source Dante could find. The throne room doors had been left open and the sea had simply walked in.Nobody stopped him at the entrance.That was worse than being stopped. Demon guards lined the corridor in full ceremonial black and every one of them stepped aside, and one of them bowed, and Dante walked the length of a drowned palace as an honoured guest to a wedding he had come to stop.Caleb stayed at the door, as ordered, jaw locked so tight it looked painful.Boss.Hold the door.If I do not hear from you in an hour I am coming in.Hold the door, Caleb.࣪ ִֶָ☾..☘︎ ݁˖-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-He saw her through an archway.It was not intentional. He had been moving toward the sound of the hall and there was a side chamber open to his left with candlelight in it, and he
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
"What an annoying guest," Jo thought bitterly as she stalked back toward the kitchen. Not only did he have the audacity to wander alone through a foreign pack, but he also insulted her cooking. Royal guards and generals — always bursting with ego and pride. It was no secret Jo hated them with passio







