LOGIN“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
Nic drops us back into the room and warns us that we only have a few hours before the Trial before he vanishes. The moment he’s gone, Anton shifts back into his boy body. “Considering how fast hours move here,” I sigh, looking at the spot where Nic was just standing. “I’m sure we have even less than
“I wasn’t quite brought from home,” Anton says with a little shrug, smirking at Laila and clearly enjoying himself. “But I wasn’t called up, either.”“Then where did you come from?” Laila asks, looking at him with her wide eyes. Her dark brown irises, I note with curiosity, are larger than mine or a
“Damn,” Anton murmurs, tapping his fingers soundlessly on the table while he processes everything Laila just said. “That is…that is definitely not the bedtime stories I was told as a child.”“Oh,” Laila says, turning to him with wide-eyed interest. “What kind of stories did you have?”“About a mouse
“Oh yes,” Anton murmurs, nodding sagely. “One of those. Please, tell us more.”I glance at Anton, again rolling my eyes because I know that he’s as ignorant as I am. He gives me a little smirk before we both turn our attention back to Laila.“It was a deal,” Laila says, taking a sip of her sea water







