If the ceremony was going to happen tonight, time was running out. Asher Ellison checked his watch and found that it was 11:43. Seventeen minutes to midnight, on the night with the month’s fullest moon. Seventeen minutes to decide his fate for the foreseeable future, whether he would be bound to the paranormal protectorate of New Orleans. Or not, perhaps.
“We know nothing about Asher. No knowledge, no control. That’s not how I like to run my operation here.” Rhys Macaulay crossed his arms and planted his feet, a typical display of dominance. Rhys was the textbook definition of a bear shifter, tall, muscle-bound and more than a little aggressive when he felt it necessary. Asher didn’t envy Rhys’s companion the battle.
“We can’t wait for Aeric anymore. It’s been three months. We don’t know
