My whole body shook uncontrollably as I curled into a tight ball in the corner beneath my bed. My hiding spot was not much more than some forgotten containers and hastily shoved clothing, but it was the only refuge I had from the terror outside. The deafening screams of agony and sounds of flesh being torn apart echoed through the...

"Doctor Lister, we have another one for you," Nurse Fine said.

Warrick ran with the confidence of a young Alpha. His paws alighting upon the ground as he skimmed through the woods. Wind whipped through his black and gray coat. Small animals scurried away as his large wolf ran freely through the forest.

I slammed Springer's head against the brick of the alleyway. If he breathed, he'd be purple by now. He was 5'9" with nearly white blond hair and violet eyes. It was the bloodline of my sire that gave him those eyes, and I was about to take them back if he didn't have the money he stole from me.

The drive hadn't been as bad as I was expecting. Driving from my home in Nevada to my great aunt's home in southwestern Oregon was beautiful. I went through sage covered high desert and tree covered mountains. Sometimes I drove next to a river and watched the birds swooping over the sparkling water.

My office in the human town was nice. I built it myself. Just like I built my house and several other houses in the neighborhood where I and the rest of the fae in my town lived. Usually, they were houses for trolls and other large fae. I was well-versed in the ways to build sturdy homes that met code and also fit the owners. ...

It was a warm, early spring day and the world smelled amazing. The trees were just starting to turn green and flowering. The grass was soft and vivid in the sunlight. Everything was perfect.

Xander Phillips walked carefully through the woods. He and his partner, Paul Garrison, had been called out to track a suspected supernatural hiding in the area. There had been nine calls in the last three nights and they'd pinpointed it to the southwest corner of the wooded area near the county line.

I was in my bathroom, working on applying my makeup. It had been about a month since I'd joined the Vasili's household and he'd finally gotten me a meeting with the doctor who killed my mother. We were seeing him in an hour and I was pretty excited.

I sat in the tree tops and leaned forward, adjusting my braided bun. For three days, I'd been scouting the area. Lots of ex-trackers would come through here, but I would lose their scent. There had to be an entrance nearby and I intended to find it.