Free Vaewolf: Damn the Darkness: The Prophecy's Promise (Hearts of Darkness Book 3) by Eliza March Page A

helpful with the Halfling demon sisters.
    “Sorry,” he said. “But a dark fae, fairy godmother isn’t what I envisioned as a best friend for you or Caitlin.” Why did she worry him? Because under certain circumstances, a succubus could suck the life force out of anyone—mortal and immortal alike.
    “Simone is closed mouthed, but she’s cool. All good from what I can tell. I’ll check in with Kyle. His shift is over in”—she looked at the clock—”fifteen minutes. He’ll keep me company until the girls arrive.”
    Max stood and said,“You better get going if you’re going to meet with Jackson and Delavega.”
    “Aye, I’d better. Warn the others of the threat.” He stared pointedly at Max. “And you, help yourself to my whiskey. After all, your practically family.”
     
     
     
    Chapter Ten
    Garr
     
    Dylan pulled the car from the garage and paused. Garr approached on a Harley from the path on the driver’s side and motioned for him to wait.
    The alpha Werewolf frowned into the open window. “You look beat, mon ami .”
    “Thanks. And you look...” Dylan inspected Garr, surprised by what he saw. “...unusually GQ.” The tough, usually grizzled Lycan was freshly shaved, showered, and dressed up for a change.
    Always a great wingman in the past, most women found Garr ruggedly handsome, perhaps because most of the time he could have passed for a badass Hell’s Angel, hog and all. And although, he was the ultimate bad boy—the sort women loved to love—he was charming to the core when he wanted to be.
    Today, Dylan had to admit, he looked all business...and charm.
    Garr gestured to the rising sun. “Shouldn’t all good vampires be heading off to bed?”
    “Later. Maybe this afternoon. I’ve been preoccupied.”
    “Ah.” The wolf gave Dylan a snide grin. “Is that what you call it?”
    “Caitlin is approaching stasis, and Shelby is staying to watch over her while I organize a few things.”
    “It is time the others shared some of the burden, mon ami . You carry too much of the load on your shoulders.”
    “I appreciate the thought, but it’s the responsibility I accepted over three hundred years ago. I’m keeping a promise.”
    “More than your promise.” He let out a snort of sorts. “Even Niccolai couldn’t have seen you signing up for all this. The responsibilities are piling up. You should learn how to delegate more.”
    “Aye, true enough.” There was council business to attend and preparations for the mausoleum. Neither of which he could delegate. He could ask Garr for an update on Jackson’s progress, though. “Can I ask you for your opinion on Jackson before I meet him, today? How’s he adjusting to the pack—no, how are they adjusting to him?”
    “They respect him. Things are changing.” Garr waved off the question. “He finished up after a few days with the upstate pack and went hunting with our group yesterday. He’s grown some, and his training is moving along faster than we expected.”
    “Grown? If Jackson grows any larger, he’ll be the size of a grizzly on two legs.”
    “Well, after that incident last night, we should all consider his size a good thing.”
    “What exactly happened?” Although he wasn’t Jackson’s father, mentioning the demon attack cause Dylan to experience a pang of concern. “Was it worse than you first thought?”
    “Plenty happened, but no, it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. In any case, he’s fine. Called about an hour ago.” Garr filled in the particulars for Dylan, “Two demons, riding shot gun with a six-pack of rogue jaguars, attacked Jude out by the swamp.” Giving him more facts about the wolf packs’ encounter in the swamp, he added, “Jackson went in alone, shifted, and saved Jude. Took out one demon, and then he and his four Weres chased off the jaguars.”
    “Another attack by the demons and this time with jaguars? They’re getting bolder.”
    “I’ll let Jackson give you the play by play. The