  ZOE POV
  &quot;Again, and I cannot stress this enough, I have no power to renegotiate the terms of your punishment from the Faerie Queen,&quot; I tell Tempest and Ariadne through gritted teeth, &quot;especially since your current contract of punishment forbids you from entering the fae realm while it is in effect. I can t get there on my own, even if I were inclined to—&quot;
  &quot;Shhhhh!&quot; Ariadne hisses. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening to something. Xander, still beside me and getting increasingly bored and antsy, cocks his gun again.
  &quot;What s—&quot; he begins.
  &quot;Anselm s dead,&quot; Ariadne announces as her strange periwinkle eyes snap open. &quot;His aura, his spirit…they re not here anymore.&quot;
  Anselm s dead?! The idea seems implausible at best, but Ariadne s extremely perceptive, and despite being fae, she usually goes out of her way to avoi

  CALLUM POV
  &quot;There we go. Thanks, guys,&quot; Zoe smiles, wiping the sweat off her brow as she, Xander,  n  I finish gettin  Sasha, still in panther form  n  breathin  real shallow, off Drake s back  n  into the hatch of their SUV. Rika s rummaging through their stash o  supplies like her existence depends on it, prob ly lookin  for somethin  to try n help her injured friend. She s somethin  else; never thought a bloodsucker d give a fuck  bout healing, but she s damn skillful an  cares a lot more n she s willin  t say.
  &quot;Here, man,&quot; I say to Drake, shovin  the bundle of his clothes  n  stuff we threw together before goin  into that goddamn warehouse in front of his nose. He takes it gently in his jaws, but his eyes are fixed on Sasha s limp, battered form. &quot;Take  em  n  go find a place to shift back. We ll take care of her. Promise.&quot;
  Drake reluctantly boun

  A/N: The dark/gory descriptions continue in this chapter. Read at your own risk.
  RIKA POV
  &quot;Back. What ve I missed? Is Sasha still doing okay?&quot; I ask Callum softly as I approach him from behind. I took a quick detour to retrieve Sasha s things while Callum trailed Drake, but it wasn t hard to find the lycans, with Anselm s agonized roars and the ever-strengthening heavy stench of blood in the air.
  &quot;She s…upright,&quot; Callum replies with a gesture to Sasha, who s holding one leg off the ground and is looking somewhat the worse for wear. Even so, she s got a terrifying look in her eyes and is repeatedly bashing Anselm s skull against the floor. &quot;You weren t kiddin   bout her skill.&quot;
  &quot;I don t blame you for needing to see proof to believe me.&quot;
  Callum rolls his eyes. &quot;You find what you was lookin  for?&quot;
  &quot;Yeah, I got the tracking

ZOE POV
  &quot;Again, and I cannot stress this enough, I have no power to renegotiate the terms of your punishment from the Faerie Queen,&quot; I tell Tempest and Ariadne through gritted teeth, &quot;especially since your current contract of punishment forbids you from entering the fae realm while it is in effect. I can t get there on my own, even if I were inclined to—&quot;
  &quot;Shhhhh!&quot; Ariadne hisses. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening to something. Xander, still beside me and getting increasingly bored and antsy, cocks his gun again.
  &quot;What s—&quot; he begins.
  &quot;Anselm s dead,&quot; Ariadne announces as her strange periwinkle eyes snap open. &quot;His aura, his spirit…they re not here anymore.&quot;
  Anselm s dead?! The idea seems implausible at best, but Ariadne s extremely perceptive, and despite being fae, she usually goes out of her way to avoid speaking falsehoods. Way to go, Sasha. You ve finally done it, you absolute madwoman, I congrat

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