I get Bert is his kid too, but come on Jerahmeel you're supposed to be this smart guy who believes in justice. Bertie deserves everything he's getting. And now out of spite, The Mythical Alliance will form.
Why did I accept this? Nothing about this situation feels right. Nothing that’s connected to Scorcha could ever be good. That cunt was the bane of my existence. The world and I are better off without her. It’s been over a year, and my life is fantastic. I have a gorgeous, intelligent, sweet, and smart-mouthed mate. I still live with my two best friends, and we participate in a foursome at least once a week. Granted, we share our mate, so it’s not weird. I have a job I love at Yale, spend my summers in Portland, and am opening a new nightclub in Portland. We’re a year into the launch of Isak’s spite brainchild, The Mythical Alliance. Getting this endeavor off the ground had been a lot of hard work. The Order had been around forever, and the alliance between the three factions was still flimsy. We’ve added werewolves, witches, and hunters to the mix. Even though the six faction leaders, Me, Isak, Albert, Hana, Alec, and Katrina, get along swimmingly, getting our people on the same
Fridays aren’t specifically my Hana days. Yes, we have that schedule even in the summer to keep it fair, and yes, I did my opening on a Thursday. But the guys were fine with me teleporting Hana to London to try and straighten all this stuff with Jewell. Being a demon that can teleport certainly saves travel time and costs. Once we’d gotten checked into the Kimpton Fitzroy Hotel, it was already two o’clock in the afternoon. That’s the annoying thing about teleporting, time zone changes, and jet lag. We’d left Portland at six o’clock to try and get here before it was too late. Even then, it would be close to meeting with the lawyer and getting things started to confirm whether I’m even related to this little girl. Hana squeezed my hand as we entered the law firm that’d sent me the papers. “How can I help you?” the secretary asked. “I called ahead to see Gladwyn Scrivens. I’m Aidan McCabe.” I explained. “Right. Mister Scrivens is expecting you, so head on in.” She nodded to the office
I was a night owl, even as a human. I’ve never truly missed going out during the day until Hana. I hate that I miss so much time with her. Even though she scheduled her time to be with me, I know it won’t always be that simple. She will have a job, not an internship, and not classes, where having one day a week where she flips to nocturne won’t be easy or possible. It’s not just the time we make for each other that I lament about my vampirism. I also rarely attend big events that are scheduled during the day. Today, however, is an event I refuse to miss. Hana is graduating today with her bachelor’s degree. She has three more years to get her Juris Doctorate, but today is still very important. So, I tried to protect my combustible self from the sun and headed to Old Campus for the ceremony. I hadn’t told the others I was going because it took much bartering to get the sunscreen that could temporarily protect me from the sunlight. Through Katrina and the witch faction of The Mythical
I gave her another kiss after I parked. As I got out, I looked down our long driveway and shook my head at the number of vehicles. I left it to Hana to explain how I walked in daylight while I made a beeline inside, thinking only of a nap before sunset. “Hey Albert, how did…” Isak’s middle brother Phil started to ask, but I waved him off and headed upstairs. I woke up to a gaggle of kinderwolves, two kinder humans, and one cambion kinder giggling. I cautiously opened one eye and spotted Jewell holding a super soaker, giggling, with Rose and Farah aiming. That is not happening. “Jewell Marie Reardon… if you or any of your friends let one drop of water hit my floor or bed, I’m sicking Hana on you.” I threatened. It wasn’t hollow. Hana has a rule about water fights after the great water gun wars our first summer with Jewell. Hana made a clear rule: no water gun fights in her house unless you want them smashed. I saw the defeat in Jewell’s eyes. That’s right, kid. I might not hurt a c
I knew life would get crazy after I graduated with my Juris Doctorate and officially became an associate at Kearney & Associates. We moved full-time to Portland. I knew I’d need to be here full-time for work, but I wasn’t sure if Albert, Isak, and Aidan would since they had their jobs at Yale. They decided to quit—something about not needing the money and claims it would give them more time to focus on TMA. Aidan lasted all of one month into what would’ve been the fall semester before he was getting antsy with only TMA work to do. He needed more to do, and while I suggested he take on some of the archaeological digs that the Adio guild was working on, he wanted to be present with me and Jewell. So, he picked up a job at the University of Oregon. It’s not Yale, but it keeps him busy. And I suppose I won’t complain that he’s home every night.Isak and Albert have been fine with taking a more consistently active role as faction leaders. Jewell was thrilled with the permanent Portland mov
I hurried as best as my pregnant ass could in the direction of the office, knowing I’d be safe among the Kearneys and other pack members that work there—two more blocks. Just two more blocks, and I’d be home free. That’s what I told myself and my baby as I rubbed my belly. She was not happy with all this sudden movement. She may also have picked up my anxiety about the situation, and given she’s half angel, demon, or vampire, she might sense the danger that angel was.I could see the large office building coming into view. My phone was buzzing like crazy, but I couldn’t answer it. I was single-minded. I needed to get myself and, therefore, my baby to safety. Safety was the Kearney law firm. Safety was among my pack. Before I got another step, I was grabbed, a hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming as we blinked out of the street.I blinked as we arrived in a dark room. Oh, this mother fucker was going to pay. I snarled, biting his hand with the savagery of a wolf or a fox. I’ve n
The following chapters are the short story The Demon's Claim. In this short story, we will see events from Pamela Batista and Malcolm Dawson's points of view. This means we'll see what happened that even Hana and the stooges didn't witness.Pamela Batista: There are two things I've wanted to find. The first is that humans aren't alone in the universe. Second, a chunk just for me. Malcolm Dawson checks all the boxes on my chunk list. I didn't realize he would also be the link to intelligent life beyond the human race. If I weren't thrilled by this revelation, I would be terrified to learn demons, angels, vampires, and werewolves are real. Malcolm Dawson: As a cambion, hybrid demon, Aidan McCabe was the only pureblood to treat me like I belonged. And while I am always willing to help him, involving Pam in whatever he and his friends are doing is going too far. She's different from other girls, and I won't let him put her in danger.
I knew that coming to Yale would be different than if I’d stayed in Georgia to attend the University of Georgia. I’m still a Bulldog since they both have it as their mascot. I chose Yale because of its archeology program, history, and the opportunity to live somewhere far from my family. Not that anyone but my parents and maybe Beth care in the slightest that I’m almost a thousand miles away. If I’d gone to the University of Georgia, I would’ve had something more than dad’s DNA in common with my oldest four siblings. That’s not a reason to pass up this chance. Attending the same school they did wouldn’t suddenly make us close. I’m their sister. Correction: I’m their half-sister, as they are always quick to point out if we’re at a family event and someone calls me their sister. Yeah, that used to hurt when I was little. All I wanted was for them to like me back then. Break my heart enough times it becomes immune and unfeeling towards you. Yale was going to be my fresh start. There