Blakely Solana quickly left, having things to attend to. Azrael led me from the house in an attempt to give Orion privacy while he mended all of the protective wards. As we walked, I wondered quietly what duties the goddess of the sun might have and if Lunette had any herself. Clearly, the loss of mates was due to her disappearance, but what other jobs did she have? I took in the scowl on Azrael’s face as we wandered through the gardens. “Did you recognize that memory?” There was still so much I didn’t know about these gods, but I was learning a lot from watching Azrael. He was a master at hiding his emotions, concealing them behind one of his mischievous smiles. The way he wielded chaos like a weapon was unusual. Almost like he was using it as a distraction. But what would the god of wolves be trying to distract himself from? His eyes drifted to the hedges that moved, rearranging themselves to further complicate the maze we stood in. “We knew she was aiding our people during the

Azrael I’ve got a bit of a problem. A Blakely sized problem, to be exact. Orion believes I’m having another episode. As usual, he’s wrong. Draco, on the other hand. Well, he sees it. He sees damn near everything, but especially this. She was the reason why I came here, after all. Stuck in a city I both loathed and craved. A place that brought out the worst in me. The darkness I held tight to my chest. After receiving that letter from one of Nunzia’s flighty apprentices, I knew to keep an eye out for anything amiss. Then Sephtis had to go and ruin everything. The no-good, deceitful god of death had to go and set his sights on my wolf. Yes, mine. It mattered not what my brothers thought. The moment Blakely prayed for aid, sending out an alert to every immortal in our realm, she belonged to me. A sweet caterpillar that had walked right into my web, and I had no intention of letting her go. I’d never felt this way towards another person before. Perhaps it was because I allowed myse

Blakely His body was all muscle, lean much like an athlete, and covered in so much ink I had to search to find his porcelain skin. Wolves raced down his biceps, vanishing within a forest printed along his forearms. Each image moved, somehow interwoven with magic. Such a thing felt impossible, and yet here it was. “Eye-fucking me again, little wolf?” The gorgeous bastard sang. I chucked one of my shoes at him and set to work removing the other, ignoring his melodious laugh. There was just one problem with all of this—one I had been trying not to think about on the walk down here. After what the blood mages did to me, I couldn’t exactly tear my shirt off. The scars weren’t something I was proud of, but I was stuck with them. A flash of pale skin caught my attention and I folded, turning to ogle as Azrael tossed his pants at a nearby tree. Thank fuck he had swim shorts on, but that didn’t stop me from ogling his ass. Did he do squats or was it just naturally perky? At the last seco

Blakely Azrael’s a God. He couldn’t die from a Wendigo, right? Right? I held onto that thought as I plunged deeper into the forest, down the weathered path until I exploded into the clearing once more. Silver blood coated the ground, forming a trail to where Azrael stood. One arm was slung over his stomach where it continued to flow freely, while the other wielded a blade. Dark liquid oozed from several gashes on the Wendigo’s body, but it didn’t seem to feel them. Giving myself no time to think, I raised the dagger above my head and charged at the creature. Azrael’s eyes widened as they locked on me. The Wendigo turned my way, and just as I shoved the dagger into its chest, it slashed with its massive claw. Its arm slammed into my midsection, sending me flying backwards. A different sort of roar exploded from Azrael’s chest. I hit the trunk of a tree hard, my spine bowing around its shape. The pain was so intense I nearly blacked out. Blood coated the inside of my mouth from whe

Blakely Apparently getting an eyeful of naked God was what the twisted mansion wanted, because instead of screwing with me further, it led me back to my own bedroom. Getting a shower was now the last thing on my mind. With every step, the shards of stone embedded in my heels began to burn. They needed to come out, and since I couldn’t count on Orion’s magic to help me, I had to help myself. As-fucking-usual. The door opened half an hour later, but I was long gone by that point. Blood coated the floor, forming a crimson river around my hunched over body. I wielded Azrael’s dagger like a scalpel, slicing into the bottoms of my feet to then pry the chunks of stone loose. Sweat coated me from how close I sat to the fireplace, using the flames to sterilize the blade. Each slash, each cut, was met with a strange numbness that flooded through my limbs and left me in a haze. Pretty sure I was going into shock. Draco padded into the room and froze. I didn’t look up from my work, but that