When campers start dying in the Colorado woods, Avery and Roslyn Bishops decide to investigate. They come from a long line of supernatural hunters. Their family is part of an elite society called The Royals. Now Avery and Roz must face things much darker than supernatural creatures, the other hunting families and the politics that come with power. But will Avery be able to maintain his multiplying mental problems hidden long enough to make it through this hunt, or will he lose his mind and cost everyone involved their lives?
View MoreThe walk back to the house was silent. The group was surrounded by nothing but the darkness and rustling of the grass they trotted through. Inside Roz didn’t want to reach the house. If she reached the house it would mean that everything was really over, and Rei was really gone. How was she going to tell her parents and the council? She held on to her brother’s arm the entire way. Being so close to him comforted her through everything that was happening. She wasn’t aware that her brother was doing his best to drain the negative energy from her.Avery was trying to adapt to his newfound powers. Every second since Val’s death he discovered new abilities. The abilities had always been there, adding Val’s powers to his own allowed him to tap into them without a hassle. He felt everything that his sister was feeling but kept his face stern not to let her know that.“What are we going to do with Rei, Shiloh, and Ivy?” Bea asked turni
Avery’s scream was piercing and ground shaking. Everyone turned to look at him. Brooks, Bea, and Kit were broken out of Val’s hold on them. The viburnum circle around Avery began to shake but held its shape. The group watched the siren convulsing on the ground. The wolves had to cover their ears from the strength of the siren’s scream.Val lifted himself from the river glaring at Wren. Wren and Rei watched the older siren try to shake the dirty water from the river off of him. Wren may have been a beta wolf but Val was a siren, and he knew she was no match for him. He stomped up to the werewolf leaving wet footprints along the way and swung at her backhanded. The hit was loud, Rei flinched just from seeing it. Wren fell backwards almost landing in the fire. Pain shot through her head, Val had a strong arm. She shook her head trying to clear the pain. Val turned his attention to Rei again. Rei took a step back.Mike ran towards the viburnum circle agai
She had fallen asleep. It was all she could do. He was gone. He was gone and not coming back. She had cried herself to sleep. Mourning was physically draining, even for werewolves. Stormy had asked to be left alone with his body. She kneeled next to him the entire night and day. She couldn’t separate herself from him. He had been her best friend; the first man she had ever loved. Shiloh was dead. She laid down next to him curled up against his side. He was cold. She looked at him and she could have sworn she saw his chest moving like he was breathing. She knew it was all in her head. The color in his face had drained, he was pale and stiff.She had no idea how long she had been in the basement with him. She was in Avery’s safe room. She didn’t know how he had managed to do it but he had made the room virtually sound proof, he used it whenever his siren side was feeling on edge. She used the safe room to separate herself from the tension and drama of what was
He opens his eyes finding himself in his own bed. He is dry and in different clothes. His windows are closed with the shudders blocking the light. He felt much better, he supposed having a sea siren submerged under the river would do the trick. He turned to his side with his head still on his soft fluffy pillow. Mike and Brooks sat on his day bed in front of his large arched window. He had made sure that he got the best room in the house when the three of them moved in. He even had the two walk in closets one of them served as a mini library for their hunting books. He reached out for his cell phone, it lay on his bedside table next to the lamps Mike had gotten him as a birthday gift. It was still on the charger where he had left it. He swiped his fingers across the screen to see what time it was, the sun was still out so it could have been any time before 8 PM. It was 9 AM. That made no sense, how could it have been 9 AM? He had spoken to Harley that morning just after 9 AM.
His father? He had called Avery his son. The words sent him into a mental vortex. He had assumed that the other siren would be his sibling, but his father. The man in front of him was an unadulterated contrast to his adoptive father, physically and in essence. His dad may have been scary and deadly but not dangerous to him or others who had not hurt an innocent life. He could look at his dad and see the kindness and love in his eyes despite everything he had been through in his life, it was those things that made him as powerful a leader as he was. But his birth father, this siren, didn’t have that aspect to him. His face may have been warm and inviting and eerily like Avery’s, his voice may have had a soothing and calming tone, but his eyes…they were cold and dead. It was like someone took Avery and replaced his eyes with doll’s eyes. The older siren stood there smiling at his son. The smile sent chills and shivers down Avery’s back, the man’s lips had parted, his cheeks lifted, hi
The group spent the night sleeping in shifts. Avery tried to avoid the glares that the others gave him-mostly Roz-because he spent his time looking after Kit making sure he ate and slept well. He pulled himself away from the others and into his room. He sat on his bed reading, Kit sleeping soundly next to him. It had been so long since Kit had slept in a real bed that he fell asleep almost instantly. Avery insisted in skipping his sleep shift so that Kit could rest some more-Roz wasn’t very happy about that either. He ignored her passive aggressive comments and did what he thought was best. The sun began to shine through the shutters on his window. They had survived another night. Now they just had to survive another day. “Avery.” Roz called to him from his door. She had refused to let him be in his room alone with Kit with the door closed. She made him feel like a twelve year old boy. “I need to talk to you outside.” He rolled his eyes, she didn’t even bother to say “please
When the two arrived back at the house the others were still busy fighting off an army of the arachnes.Roz and Brooks fought back to back at the front of the fight. Brooks slashed low at the arachnes’ legs while Roz swung her silver chains like a mini helicopter. The length of the chain created a small perimeter of safety around them. Avery hadn’t expected to see Brooks and his sister working so closely together. Nobody had noticed the two hunters approaching they were too busy battling amongst the chaos. Rei was on the porch kneeled in front of convulsing Bea. There was a large gash on her leg covering her jeans in blood, even from afar Avery could see the skin around it getting dark and deathly looking. Mike held her still as Rei tried to bandage her. Maja wielded two pieces of the broken porch to keep the arachnes from ambushing them. The other wolves ran back and forth growling deafeningly to intimidate their enemies. The arachnes didn’t hold back from
Avery couldn’t move much with how fast the manticore was hauling him through the meadow. Despite having the manticore’s spiny tail hostilely bound around him he no longer felt any ache from the puncture in his torso. He mentally kept count of how long he had been dragged and what was around him when the manticore turned. He knew that as long as he followed the bended grass they left behind he could find his way back home and to the safety of the others, but it never hurt to have too much information. The grass around him was growing taller. He couldn’t see anything past the abundant blades. The different shades of greens from the pastures were becoming nothing but a blur to him. Any other time he would have already been wielding his throwing knives and attacking. It was hard to pull them out with the monster’s tail wrapped over it. The blurred greens came to an abrupt halt. He felt the tail slither away from his body and disappear into the tall grass.
The group was not very fond of the idea of Avery being outside, especially his sister. They may not have been aware of what Jerilyn was but they were unsure if the arachnes would attack him in broad daylight. Avery kind of hoped that they would so that Jerilyn could see that he was not the one behind them. He was more worried about the things that a piasa was capable of rather than an arachne. He closed the door behind him ignoring the death glare from his sister. He turned to face the perky redhead waiting for him a few steps from the last step of his porch. Her body was not tense and he didn’t sense any negative emotions from her.“I’m not here to fight you, Avery.” She said putting her hands out in a sign of defeat. The siren stood still at the top of the steps waiting for her to continue. “I am sorry for attacking you at the restaurant.” He was inclined not to believe her since she rolled her eyes as if it physically hurt her to say the
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