In the heartland of Illinois, lies more than werewolves and vampires; gargoyles are what creep the land of never before seen rural areas of Illinois. Ace is amongst the many creatures, and is the one with a destiny that is granted every one-thousand years to various creatures. What once was a normal life, now transformed into a test of skill, killing, betrayal, choices, sacrifice, and luck. Ivory is the key to confirming Ace's ticket to forever living with the Immortalis; however, with a vampire after her as well, and her father returning, how will the prophecy be completed, and who will get Ivory to the throne first? No one knows, except the Council.
In order for either of them to succeed, they must solve the murder of Sir Johnson, and the death of the late Ruler, Miles Liverstone.
Twenty-four hours has been set, who will make it to the end?

Timed

Eyes closed. All I needed to see was Ace's face one last time. I knew I had failed. I failed. Kenny and everyone else was counting on me. But I failed. I had no choice but to try and keep my eyes closed, so everyone would think I had slipped into limbo, or I had died somehow. 


“Did it work?” I heard a muffled voice ask. 


“We are hoping it did, sir, so please be patient. We have done all we can, I apologize if she doesn't return in the next twelve hours,” another voice had responded to the muffled voice. 


The muffled voice was easy to identify, the responder wasn't at all easy. 


“What exactly did you use, Liason? Will Cullen approve of this?” The muffled voice asked. 


“What he doesn't know, won't hurt me. I used wolfsbane,” Liason, the responder, had said. 


“Wolfsbane? Does that really work?” 


The voice was clear now; it was Kenny's. 


“You, sir, are quite oblivious at this very moment,” Liason had smirked, and chuckled. 


Chapter 12