“Are you both sure you want me to return her soul?” Hades asked. He was standing in Cillian’s home in the Blue Mountains, looking at Azrael and Cillian. The other werewolves had cleared out upon his arrival as if he were death himself. He would be offended except he was used to it in this realm, which is why he rarely came.
“Yes,” Cillian answered.
“It’s not a simple procedure,” Hades said. “It’s painful, and I doubt Madison will be willing. She believes she’s fine from what Azrael has said.”
“She’s not fine though,” Cillian replied. “She’s reckless and cold. She has no regard for her life or others. She should want her soul back, and once she has it back, she’ll understand why we did this.”
“Maybe,” Hades remarked.
Azrael looked at him questioningly.
“There’s no guarantee her
