Valerie lingered at the edge of the roof, watching the sunlight flood the city below her. Her eyes watered as she watched stared into the light, but she couldn’t stop—it had been so long since she had seen a sunrise.
Deep shadows moved across the waking city of Old Manhattan, and from up here, on the rooftop of the Enforcer Headquarters that she’d taken over and made her own,
Now she had stripped them of that title and taken it for herself. She had defeated Donovan and been appointed by Michael himself—the Dark Messiah, returned—to be his Justice Enforcer. His representative in America, in charge of putting a stop to the hunting of vampires and, in time, be ready for Michael to come calling, should he need her.
Finally she closed her eyes and just felt the warmth of the sun on her skin. If not for Michael’s blood, which he had given her in the night, this wouldn’t be possible. But now she was the only other vampire alive that she knew of who could walk in the sunlight. Her, and the legendary Michael, who she was still having a hard time believing existed.
Her friends had gone inside and were briefing the new Weres and vampires that she had adopted into her army. This time, she took the elevator down, but didn’t stop at the thirtieth floor where she knew Cammie and the others would be discussing how the UnknownWorld and police would work together to ensure the UnknownWorld’s existence stayed a secret. No, she went all the way to the lobby, walked right past several gawking freshmen, as she’d just decided to call the less experienced members of the UnknownWorld. Pushing through the doors, she thought she heard someone calling her name, but she didn’t stop to find out.
Right now, she deserved some peace and quiet. The others would need sleep, but not her—not yet. After feeding on Michael, she’d felt as if she’d rested for a year. Her mind was clear, her muscles strong. Everything in synch.
So she was going to take a walk along the water, damn it. (more…)
We’ve all been patiently waiting for the newest urban fantasy werewolf novel, but the wait is over. Ladies and Gentlemen, please allow me to introduce you to… (drumroll please) … Hounds of God!
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HOUNDS OF GOD BOOK DESCRIPTION
Torn from her parents at a young age, Katherine is raised in a pack of werewolves like herself and brought into the ways of the Hounds of God: An army of werewolves that will bring justice to evildoers.
But when their leader is killed and everything Katherine has believed is thrown on its head, she sets off with a small group of friends in search of a cure to what she now believes is a curse.
This search for a cure leads her to a fight for survival where she’s challenged to embrace the beast within. Will she give up everything to stop the nefarious army of werewolves, betraying those she once considered family?
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You are the Hounds of God. Through your deeds, all sins will be corrected, all wrongs righted, and the evildoers of the world will cower in fear at your feet.
– The Way of Light, A Manifesto, Page 259: Section C.
Katherine pulled at her dusty leather jacket to fend off the cold wind’s bite, mind racing at the possibilities of what they’d find in these mountains. A cure? More clues? As long as it wasn’t simply another dead end, she’d accept anything.
With each leap over rocks and along the mountain path, she became increasingly annoyed at the bounce of her ponytail. One of these days, she’d just shave it all off and be done with it. She liked to tell herself it didn’t matter what Danny would think if she did, but she often found herself taking the extra minute each morning to look her best, even if she knew they’d be searching freezing mountains for hidden caverns—as they were this day.
Searching, and probably ending up disappointed—again.
The years had been a mixture of hope and defeat. Nine years of looking for answers as to why she’d become a werewolf. Nine years of hoping to find a cure, but always coming up empty-handed.
She had only two companions left at this point—Babur and Danny. During their search, they’d found myths of wolf spirits taking over one’s body, and of Native Americans who had called upon these spirits for help. So far, they’d dismissed the European stories of villagers transforming in the night to fight off the evil witches, or going into Hell to keep the demons at bay—they had to draw the line somewhere between plausible and ridiculous.
In these days of the internet, there was no shortage of stories and theories. Yet, in all their searches, they hadn’t come across anything regarding the cure she longed for. The myths were their best bet, and they had led them to the mountains of Washington State.
She slowed at a fallen tree she’d noted earlier as a marker, smiling to see Danny crouching nearby and inspecting the area. His tan leather jacket was covered with dust, and a layer of sweat shone from his forehead.
When he turned to grin up at her, his white teeth gleamed in the dim light of dusk.
“You found it?” he asked. (more…)