The werewolf kind.
The siren kind. Not that we fed, we typically just had lots and lots of mind blowing sex with anything that looked at us twice, but I digress.
Things had been peaceful.
Until a human was called. That was how we did things; we trained a specific type of human female because it was the only way immortals could mate and the only way to make us stronger. Long story short, she stole Ethan’s heart while thawing Cassius’s, the Dark One currently staring daggers in my direction. And Cassius decided that he didn’t want to live the rest of his life like a jackass and fell in love with my adopted sister, Stephanie, another Dark One.
Technically, their love was forbidden.
But Sariel, one of the only archangels that wasn’t being held captive by the psychopath fallen one Bannik, had given his life for Cassius.
Thus, I tilted my head, nobody really knew what Cassius was or wasn’t. All I knew was that he was powerful, and he’d frozen my ass on more than one occasion.
I sighed.
The last thing I wanted to do was mate with a weak, smelly looking human who only knew about six percent of the hundreds of sexual positions I’d need her to know if she ever had any hope of pleasing me.
I wasn’t an asshole.
I just had needs.
Needs that had to be fulfilled. Otherwise, I’d be the one dying.
Wouldn’t Cassius just love that?
I was being hard on him.
But I was pissed.
The last thing I imagined myself doing was marching toward the proverbial immortal alter in my favorite Versace leather pants.
“In the car. Now,” Cassius commanded again. This time, his eyes beamed completely white. Chill, no need to get all archangel on my ass.
Stephanie gave me a hopeful grin while Mason nodded in my direction. It was as much of a thank you as I was going to get from the guy.
“Wish me luck.” I pushed past a stone-faced Cassius and started the long awkward trek to the compound.
Hope
A BEAD OF sweat trickled down my spine — the room was freezing, but I was sweating. Leave it to me to be doing the opposite of what was normal.
Could I die from fear? Would my body actually shake hard enough to spontaneously combust into tiny little Hope particles?
Because there was no logical explanation for the way my body burned.
It actually burned.
Like I was on fire.
Maybe it was some sort of test?
The girl to my right shivered and wrapped her arms tighter around her small frame. She looked like I felt.
A scared little girl who’d just been abandoned by her own parents.
At least she got kissed on the forehead.
Tears were shed.