Hades?
Like the Greek god of death?
“Perhaps you should go ask for help.” The soothing woman’s voice carried a hint of amusement.
“And where, pray tell, am I going to find help at one o'clock in the morning on a shitty road on the outskirts of town?” Cate bit back.
“Perhaps you should do as the mortals do and find a gas station.” The man known as Hades suggested all too seriously.
“Unbelievable,” Cate huffed. The sound of her footsteps on the pavement behind him alerted him.
She’s leaving.
She’s leaving me with these strangers, and I can’t move, and...
A sharp, searing pain took over Gunner’s body, and the wolf reared its fearsome face again. Baring its teeth, growling at Gunner, as his blood heated once more. His nerves joined in the dance of flames, as Gunner’s entire body felt like it was catching fire.
Like the flames are dying to catch onto something, but there is nothing.
No kindling, no dry leaves, no nothing.
Then a startling revelation overcame him.
The Diviner…
Just before the darkness, the Diviner started to burn. In her presence, it lit up in her hand. Like a shimmering full moon. But somehow Cate held it as if it were nothing more than a fucking pebble.
Gunner had seen humans touch artifacts left by his kind, and other supernaturals. It usually didn’t end well. The power within suchartifacts as the Diviner tended to drive most people mad. Mortals of the regular variety, anyway. But somehow, she held it.
And in her hands it burned.
It glowed.
The wolf’s eyes stared at Gunner, and suddenly they were no longer yellow and menacing, but they had shifted into a crystalline aquamarine glow. His hand warmed once more, and he could feel the energy surging against his rather large frame.
As if the energy, the spirit...
It is trapped.
The wolf is trapped within me, and he wants out.