Tricks and Treats by J. C. Diem

Author:J. C. Diem [Diem, J. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: urban fantasy, paranormal romance, Shifters, werewolves, werewolf, witch, witches, wizards, magic, Vampires
Amazon: B08C9PLL7M
Publisher: Seize The Night Agency
Published: 2020-07-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

FOR A COUPLE OF NIGHTS, the Night Cursed remembered my hunt for Nandon and cheered whenever they saw me. Then the memory faded and I stopped being a celebrity. As always, the uncursed gave me a wide berth. I was the only one of my kind who was allowed to hunt them down, which made them nervous. The evil monsters and bad guys behaved themselves for a short time before resorting to their usual bad antics.

I saw the five teenage boys that I’d had a run in with in the Shifter District a few times, but avoided them. The more interaction I had with them, the harder it would be to pretend I didn’t remember them. Sgt. Nick Malone and his people patrolled the area. They kept a diligent watch over the werewolf who had kidnapped the sexy nurse. Efrem Prager hadn’t made another attempt to snatch an unwilling victim yet, but it was only a matter of time before he would strike again. The uncursed thought they were above us and that they could get away with treating us like garbage.

My mood was dour as I walked the streets near the shifter woods. Howls sounded from deep within the forest. The shifters were on the hunt and their bloodlust ran high. While I wasn’t magically barred from entering the woods, to do so would be folly. Lord Graham and his people ruled their hunting grounds and visitors weren’t tolerated.

Spying movement out of the corner of my eye, I saw a trio of small ghosts floating along the sidewalk. Shapeless opaque blobs, their black eyeholes searched for something to break their endless boredom of being dead. Their black tattoos stood out starkly against their spectral bodies, marking them as Night Cursed. To my knowledge, there were no uncursed phantoms in Nox.

One of the ghosts paused when a door to a house opened. They seemed to confer, then they zoomed over towards the wererat. I recognized him immediately. He wore a dark brown t-shirt, black jeans and lime green sneakers. He had a long, hairless tail that was draped over his arm. He didn’t have a name and he was just one of the thousands of Night Cursed shifters who couldn’t change form at will. He didn’t remember it, but he was the guide who had led my besties and me to a cabin in their woods. We’d ended up dead after Quilla had given Lord Graham some bad news. I had no desire to help him out now. I watched with a nasty grin as the specters entered his house and began to wreak havoc.

“Help!” the wererat shouted in distress as the ghosts began to smash his belongings to pieces. “My house is infested with spirits!” he screamed.

I would have slunk off and left the apparitions to have their fun, but I was spotted by an uncursed shifter across the street. “Aren’t you Xiara Evora?” she called out. Her accent was American rather than European. She was a homegrown werebeast.

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