Dead Man's Stitch by Meg Collett

Author:Meg Collett
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: urban fantasy, coming of age, paranormal romance, dark fantasy, fantasy romance, shifter romance, fairy tale retelling, urban fantasy series, new adult fantasy, aswangs
Publisher: Meg Collett

Come to Port Lions. It’s about the pack. Hurry.

- A.J.

T W E L V E

Ollie

A red knit hat lay in the center of the street in Port Lions. Glass sparkled across the empty sidewalks from the busted-out shop windows. A door swung open in the wind, its bell dinging. The sun broke over the row of buildings on the main street and turned the sky a russet orange, similar to the color of a dying fire.

My boots crunched over the glass as I climbed out of the truck. Sunny followed, her knives chiming against each other in her belt. Luke and Hatter stayed in the truck behind us.

It was too quiet. The sky too bright. The daytime too nonthreatening. But my eyes kept catching on the red cap in the street. That had been on someone’s head not long ago.

Glass cracked. I jerked my eyes toward the sound. At a narrow alley’s entrance, a tall shadow appeared, stretching long in the sunrise. I knew it was her before I saw her.

Sibyl stepped out onto the street. She stood there, the ends of her hair shifting in the wind, her head cocked as she stared back at me. A slow smile spread across her perfect doll-like face. She wore worn jeans and a tight white top that made her skin appear even more like porcelain.

“Isn’t that one of your pack?” Sunny whispered behind me.

The truck’s door opened, and without looking, I held up my hand to stop Luke from coming out.

I knew what this was.

“Yes,” I said, my eyes locked on Sibyl.

She ambled closer, her narrow hips swaying with each step as if the casual destruction around her was her personal runway.

“What’s happening?” Luke called from the truck.

“Tell them to stay back,” I told Sunny. Sibyl had no weapon that I saw. Why had she waited until dawn? Why not attack while we were on the road? Where the hell was A.J. and Squeak?

“Why is she here?” Sunny asked quietly enough so only I heard.

I met Sunny’s eyes briefly. “She’s challenging me as the queen.”

My best friend’s mouth popped open. Her eyes darted between me and Sibyl and back again. “You’re going to fight her?”

I nodded.

Back on the street, Sibyl stopped. The heel of her heavy steel-toed boot stood atop the red cap.

“Ollie,” Sunny hissed. “You can’t. The—”

“I have to. Keep the others back.”

Sunny studied me, her eyes wide with worry. I wanted to reassure her it would be fine; I wanted to reassure myself, but I kept quiet. Finally, she asked, “What about the rest of the pack?”

“They won’t interfere.”

I picked my way toward the roadblock, careful to avoid the larger slivers of glass. Back at the truck, I caught snippets of Sunny and Luke’s argument as she conveyed my message. “—her pack.”

“—the hell are they here?”

“Sibyl … challenging her.”

Luke fell silent.

His eyes scorched two holes into my back. I sensed him holding back like I could sense the rest of the pack’s eyes on me as I walked farther down the street.

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