As an ambassador with the Supernatural Regulatory Division, Andy McNeilly is responsible for acting as the Liaison for the Vancouver Vampire horde. The problem? She detests the Vampire Master, and the SRD can’t discover the beast she keeps locked inside.
After a menacing Demon throws an important Vampire event into chaos, Andy finds herself sniffing out crime scenes to identify and locate the mystery fiend from the nether realm. What she learns chills her bones.
Threatened by the Master Vampire to deal with the Demon, Andy's complicated personal life doesn't make things easier. She's willing to risk her life and pride to keep loved ones safe. But how can she make a choice that will break one heart…and complete another?
The Demon’s grin widened. Standing a foot away from him with no room to maneuver and nothing to separate us, the serrated details of his shiny enamel glared at me.
My fingertips tingled as I started to shift.
Not fast enough.
The Demon lunged. His long nimble fingers closed around my neck as I shot my hands out, inside his arms, and dug my claws into his face. My elbows pushed against the insides of his arms. His hold should’ve weakened, but this Demon possessed uncanny strength. His frame stretched, growing to almost eight feet in height and giving his body an emaciated appearance. He pulled me close, his nose touching mine. I wrenched to the side, but my toes dangled above the floor.
“Bola sends his regards,” he said, his breath hitting my face.
My gums stung as fangs protruded, and I hissed at him, ready to make the full change and get my fight on. I yanked on the mountain lion and spurred her into action.
“By all means, little nugget, shift into one of your animals.” He gnashed his sharp teeth together. “I love to rend the flesh of livestock, to mutilate the bodies of creatures and to smash the bones of beasts.”
Then, I got it. I stilled and released my hold on the mountain lion. The energy vibrating my skin seeped away. My brain shuttered as if jump-started by a diesel generator. He spent fifty minutes of his lecture talking about himself, taunting me. I’d been staring at the Slender Man the whole time.
The Demon squeezed my neck.
My throat constricted. Sweat beaded on my forehead and ran down my face. My skin grew hot and clammy. He was too strong. Too strong for my human form. Too strong for my mountain lion. I’d have to let the beast out. I reached down and held my breath. I’d need all my energy to keep control. The beast woke and stretched.
Over his shoulder, something large and black charged across the room. Baloo leapt over seats.
You can’t help, I told her.
She kept running, straight for us. Instead of bowling into Westman, she dove low and slammed into me. Her essence filled my body. Before any of my feras could react, she seized control and my skin stretched and snapped.
Underneath Westman, I shifted into a two hundred and fifty pound black bear. His eyes widened. I rolled and flung him off. He scrambled to his feet and ran toward the exit behind the stage.
Never run from a bear.
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