Detective Thaddeus Ezax is in over his head. He’s the only wizard in Rockshade’s Paranormal Investigations Department, and it was his name that got him the job. The Ezaxs are known as some of the most powerful wizards in the world, but Thaddeus isn’t your average Ezaxs. Is it any wonder his family shuns him? When a kidnapping case is dropped into his lap, Thaddeus must act fast. While most five-year-olds can cast a location spell, Thaddeus can't and is forced to get creative. When he finds himself in possession of a black market werewolf skull with a ghost trapped inside, accidentally releases the spirit, and somehow forms a connection with it, things get even crazier. Sandulf Hunter doesn’t remember dying, but he remembers the last thing he saw before everything went black -- a wizard. All wizards must die! The only problem is, the wizard standing next to him smells too damned good, so good Sandy thinks he might have to keep him. And since wherever Thaddeus goes, Sandulf finds himself yanked along, he might not have a choice in the matter anyway.

Soul Eater

He paused. Was Ric still a sentinel? How could he be when he was a detective? Did Ulf still live alone in his cabin or had he too found his mate, had children, joined a pack? The apartment spun around him.


“I think we should sleep elsewhere.”


Thaddeus sighed. “I live here. I sleep here every night.”


“Yes, but now you’re in danger.” Sandy didn’t know anything about the people who ran the black market, but considering they ran a black market, he didn’t think they could be trusted to have any kind of honor. Plus, you could never trust a wizard.


“Whatever. I’m going to bed. You okay on the couch?” Thaddeus gestured at the white pristine couch by the wall. “Do you sleep?”


Sandy stared at him. He wouldn’t be sleeping on any couch. Thaddeus was his mate. It was only fear of his hand sliding through anything he touched that kept Sandy from manhandling him.


“What?” He jumped as Thaddeus raised his voice.


Chapter 21