Crossing Paths

"Nice seeing you again Eires."

Eires stopped in her tracks and stared at the person standing in front of her.

She blinked once, slowly, hoping maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her.

But no.

That perfectly sculpted glare, that sleek braid of chestnut brown hair over one shoulder, that military-cut navy blue uniform of the High Wolf Elite Strike Team—it was unmistakable.

Celeste Wolfe.

Her soon-to-be sister-in-law.

Of all the elite hunters sanctioned by the Fae Courts, the Witches’ Assembly, or the High Wolf Pack to be released into the labyrinth, of course it had to be her that fate dropped in their path.

Celeste stood flanked by two others. One was a broad-shouldered male wolf with a jagged scar down the left side of his throat and an expression like he’d chew through stone. The other was a witch—tall, fire-eyed, and already charging flames between her palms, ready for violence.