By Faith Hunter
Jane Yellowrock, a shape-shifting rogue-vampire hunter-for-hire, is now taking blood funds from the very vamps she used to seek. yet issues begin heating up within the large effortless while weres announce their lifestyles to the realm, and revive the sour tensions that run among them and their previous enemies -- vampires. Jane unearths herself stuck within the crossfire.
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Pounded in blood and heart. I screamed. My grounds. My deer. Mine! Soft sound, like breath drawn. Stopped. Listened. Again, breath of wounded prey. Hunched to ground, senses reaching, smelling, tasting, seeing, hearing, feeling of air. There. Padded silently to side of killing ground. Found fawn, injured, laying beside body of doe. Dried blood down haunches. Studied fawn. She’ll be okay, Jane thought. It’s only superficial lacerations. Has spots, tiny hooves. Too young to survive alone. Fawn panted in fear and pain.
For my people, for skinwalkers, it had always simply been the inner snake, the phrase one of very few things that was certain in my past. I sank into the marrow hidden in the fetish bones. I reached into the snake and dropped within. It was like water flowing in a stream, a whirling current. Like snow beginning a slow roll down a mountainside, gaining momentum, a tongue of destruction swallowing everything in its path. Grayness enveloped me, a cloud of energy sparkling with black motes, bright and cold, as the world fell away.
I couldn’t hide my reaction. Bruiser curled in a shoulder as if to say, Yeah. That’s what I felt about it, and went on with his tale. “My mother agreed to do whatever Iveries wanted to get Jacqueline back alive—if no longer unharmed. He required her to issue the invitations to a diplomatic parley, and because she would be there, five of the Mithran clan masters agreed to attend. With the balance of power attending, the other clan leaders fell quickly into line. “The werewolves had been acting as strong-arm security for both sides in the war, and agreed to follow whatever outcome arose from the meeting.