~Kael~
I lounged on the smooth stone steps of an abandoned church, idly twirling the gem-handled blade between my fingers.
They came in silence. One by one, the "Death" filed through the doorway, moving past rows of decaying pews and taking formation in the center aisle like shadows falling into place.
Bang. The heavy doors slammed shut behind them.
Hats were tipped. Masks stripped away. Faces emerged from the gloom—he-wolves, she-wolves, witches, even a few humans. Every kind of soul Death had ever claimed allegiance from.
Darius stepped forward, boots echoing against the stone, and came to a halt before me. “Prince. They’re all here.”
In the history of the Death, I’d never summoned every last one of them. Until now.
I lifted my gaze, cool and impassive, letting it sweep over the
