The three of them stood there, in front of the ancient tree where many creatures lived. Cloaked all in black, Hades still cast an imposing figure. The opposite could be said about Melinoe, who tried to be as inconspicuous as possible. Erishkigal’s eyes, however, were bored only on her figure.
When father and daughter arrived, the ancient witch was drinking a goblet of wine tinged with blood. She seemed to be in good spirits, sitting on a log outside her home, hearing about the hounds gathering in Shadowcreek. She knew that it was her daughter’s doing. She was a magnet for most shifters.
“Why are you here? Is your mission accomplished?” the ancient witch demanded. She was wearing one of her best dresses, a sleeveless beaded black gown that reached the soles of her feet. She looked like sh
