A World of New (A Shade of Vampire, #26)

Then I picked up on Bastien’s scent again, as well as the scent of another werewolf. A werewolf I didn’t recognize. The scents led us through the trees for several feet and then back onto the sand. I followed another trail of blood drops along the beach. Who was this second werewolf? We hurried further, gaining speed. The trail swerved back toward yet another cluster of trees many miles down the beach. We traipsed through thick undergrowth before stopping abruptly. We’d arrived at the edge of a gaping black hole. A gate I’d never known existed.

Bastien never would have known about it either. It was impossible. My sister and brother-in-law had deliberately made him lead a sheltered life. He had never been out of The Woodlands. He would never have known to come here unless he’d had help. The second werewolf must have helped him. But who was he? Why would he help him? And why would he head to the human realm—a place full of perils for a werewolf?

I grimaced as a theory formed in my mind. There had been a wolf among those Shade people. It was very possible that they had used this starry portal to travel to The Woodlands in the first place. And their wolf had managed to scent him…

Gazing down into the crater, my chest heaved imagining where Bastien could be now. Sharing the bed of that wench back in The Shade! My blood boiled. Oh, he had better not be. He had better not…

It appeared that fate had transpired against me. Which meant that now, I had no choice but to transpire against fate.

I shuddered even as I thought about what I was about to propose to my husband. But I gritted my teeth. I could not have that boy make a mockery of my daughter or my family. After he’d been betrothed to Rona for so long, no other werewolf worthy of my daughter would ever accept her. Even though Bastien and Rona had hardly touched since childhood, she would already be considered tainted, spoiled. Rejected by someone else.

Besides that, the progeny Bastien’s seed produced would be the envy of every family in The Woodlands. His bloodline was fine… finer than he even knew.

He just had to be my daughter’s. And he already was my daughter’s. It was simply a matter of him giving up his delusions and accepting the fact.

Thus, I turned to my husband and said in a low, grim voice, “We must call upon the Mortclaws.”

As I expected, my husband’s eyes bulged with shock, then sheer terror. “What? The Mortclaws? You can’t be serious, Brucella!”

“I am quite serious,” I replied, even as my lower lip trembled slightly at the thought of facing such creatures.

Whether I liked it or not, the time had finally come for Bastien to meet his real birth parents…