What’s worse than finding five dead bodies on the porch of what was supposed to be a haven of Angelic soldiers?
A letter.
Yes, a letter with a promise of an incoming darkness. I did not need to run to the doors to know what the letter said. My werewolf ears heard Isaiah as he read the note placed on top of the dead Soul Dealer. “The Age of Darkness is nigh. The reign of Light will soon be over,” the note said. Shivers ran free up and down my legs and arms as I glanced at Jason. I knew from the look on his face that he heard Isaiah read the letter, too. “Goodness gracious,” Jason remarked, locking his stares with mine. “Don’t tell me that I am going to die. AGAIN,” he said.
I took a deep breath. Nope. That is not happening. Not while I am alive. “No one’s dying,” I said. Everyone in the
