Amber Stone, once a child prodigy, has just become curator of a
special collection of Macedonian artifacts for the Seattle Museum of Natural
History. Chloe, a prodigy of a different sort, holds a position at the museum
focusing on tribal art. The two become fast friends, united by Amber's
unsettling dreams and Chloe's unorthodox ways of dealing with them. Two
strangers arrive in town, bringing with them a prophecy recorded more than
three-thousand years ago, a prophecy that places Amber directly in the midst of
a battle that has spanned a millennia.
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Marcus was above her now, and he helped Chloe struggle
to her feet. She never took her eyes off Amber as Gerard’s movements
slowed and then finally stopped. Still, Amber’s mouth stayed on his neck.
Michael was there now, breathing heavily and watching as
the wolves tore at the carcasses around them, biting off legs, arms, great
chunks of torso and even heads, until only the four remained whole—the four,
and Gerard’s lifeless body. Finally, Amber lifted her head. Her
eyes were bright and she licked blood from her lips. With a laugh that
sent chills up and down Chloe’s spine, Amber lifted Gerard’s body and threw it
amongst the wolves, who dove on it and continued their orgy of gore.
Michael rushed to Amber and embraced her. Chloe
and Marcus limped along after him. Amber smiled at them as she disengaged
from Michael and ran to Chloe. Michael called after her, “I should be
angry with you. I thought I was pretty clear that Gerard was mine.”
The friends stood together and watched as the frenzy
gradually died down and wolves began whimpering rather than snarling.
Soon they gathered and walked to the four, transforming as they did and
kneeling in front of Amber. Chloe recognized a number of them as museum
employees. Even the
bitch from accounting. I will never complain about how you want purchase orders
completed again. Finally, a giant of a wolf, fur dark black and
glistening with gore, padded in front of the others and gradually assumed a
familiar shape.
“Malakai Ridgewater?” Marcus stared in disbelief.
The man stood before Amber, smoothed his sideburns, and knelt.
“All these years,” Amber whispered. “All these
years and you waited for me.”
Ridgewater pushed the hair from the side of his neck and revealed a dark
black symbol. Marcus glanced at his own, and then at Michael, who
shrugged and inclined his head to reveal one of his own. “I would have
waited another thousand years for you, my queen; and I’m not sure the mark gave
me much of a choice anyway.”
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