Wolf Song (Wolf Singer Prophecies Book 1)

there by our design.
Fuck.
That means there's someone trying to be stealthy here. With a nod to Saoirse, she digs into her pocket and pulls out her talisman. Whatever gris-gris she put in there, it already dissipates some of the darkness just by being out in the open.
The only way I can tell she's conjuring magicks at all is the blank look that’s come over her eyes now and the slight wind that whips her skirt and hair into a frenzy. I slide my sica sword from its sheath. With a slight nod, I move out to the outskirts of the cloud of darkness knowing that Saoirse has my back. A cool wind encircles the cloud and I know it to be her brand of magic.
I had bespelled my sword only to harm and not kill, and so I swing it into the mist with gleeful abandon. Hopefully, the spell works even though I kinda wish it doesn't. The only reason I even care is that I don't feel like explaining to my parents why there are dead bodies in their foyer whenever they return from their evening out.
Satisfying screams unleash from the middle of the cloud.
"Requiem, I can't hold much longer," Saoirse hisses.
I aim the hamsas in the palm of my hand toward the cloud. "You can release. In three, two, one, now."
At the same time she releases her hold on the spell, I cast my own magic over the cloud. A net of interlocking purple sigils glints and reflects the moonlight as they arc from my palms and spread. It spans over the darkness and like a huge sifter, filters the other magicks away.
What is left behind is a wriggling cadre of men wearing suits and long dark trench coats. A silly thought that they are door-to-door evangelists of whatever religion is in style flits in my mind. I barely have a chance to share my observation with Saoirse when the front door slams open.
I raise my sica in my right hand, my left hand tingling with building magick as I charge my hamsa with another spell, readying for this new intrusion.
To my relief, my parents stride through the door, their glamorous evening wear reflecting every bit of Hale wealth that the house manages to hide. Their eyes widen just a titch at my stance, and take in both Saoirse, all whipping wind and blank eyes, and the men who are still wriggling in my ever-tightening net.
My mother is in her floor-length, custom-made dress that seems to elongate her statuesque frame. My father's leonine grace is contained in his pristinely tailored tux. Tonight had been more than just date night, it seems. They stink of diverse bits of magicks as if it still clings to their auras. Magick like that could only come from the auction house or other Society gathering.
Interesting. I wonder why they didn’t tell me they were going to an auction house this evening. I don't miss the bit of something that my mother attempts to hide in her capelet sleeve just now, either.
My mother greets me first. "Well, I'm hoping these were uninvited guests, my dear? I would hate to think we would treat our allies so shabbily." Her tone is like liquid moonlight, cool and silvery.
"You'd be right, mother. I kind of wanted to skin them a little bit for interrupting our evening." At this point Saoirse had released her magick, and somehow managed to shrink into a corner to avoid any attention on her whatsoever.
My mother merely raised her professionally-shaped eyebrow at me. "I can imagine. I'm surprised there isn't already a bloodbath. I would have done so, had I been ... interrupted."
My father's lip curls into a knowing smile, and they share a secret look before falling into a ravenous embrace.
I roll my eyes at the face sucking.
A whimpering at my feet brings me back to the present trouble. "I love that you love each other, I get it, but since you're home, do you want to take over?" I gesture to the people at my feet.
"Of course, darling, let us handle this now. Run along and play."
Run along and play? Whatever. My parents are so weird sometimes.
Out of the shadows, their body guard materializes and lumber toward the net. "Don't forget to release the net."
"Hm? Oh yes, of course." I snap my fingers and the sigils break apart and retreat back into my hamsas. As I do, I make eye contact with one of the intruders. Frosty anger lights up his gaze and a cruel smile twists his lips.
Belatedly, I realize two things. One: my parents would have never felt the need to ask me to release my magick. And two: I stupidly just freed a vampire and his minions without any of my wards or magicks at the ready.
Quicker than I can blink, he blows a cloud of his own spells at me. Saoirse and I stiffen as magicks wrap around us tighter than any restraints.
"Requiem Aeternam Hale." He says my name like a kind of spell. Red pools in his eyes bit by bit. "It's so good to meet you at last."

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THE REALMS OF THE REMNANT GODS
THE BRIGHTLING COURT SERIES
So Dark the Night
So Bright the Dawn
THE REMNANT GODS SERIES
GRIT
GRIT 2
THE WOLF SINGER PROPHECIES
Wolf Song
Wolf Cry
Wolf Howl
THE DIES IRAE SOCIETY
Requiem


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