Siobhan Williams has always been a smart woman, graduated early from high school, and excelled in her college career. She went into the FBI at an early age and is one of the youngest agents in her Unit. Working in the crimes against children division of the BAU, the FBI is brought in when the number of kidnappings reaches an alarming number; 13 children over the course of two months. These kidnappings are occurring in her home state of California, where she hasn't gone back to her home and pack for almost a decade, but now she and her partner volunteer to head the investigation for these disappearances. Along with a few other agents—another wolf shifter, a bear shifter, a Fae, and a vampire—they head straight into a battle between the Gods and Goddesses. With enough on her plate, the last thing she needs is a mate hovering around her and getting into her business. 

Tiernan Hathaway has been Alpha of his pack for the last 9 years and has yet to meet his mate though he remembers having a pull to the old Beta's second eldest daughter, Siobhan. It's been almost a decade since he had last seen her and she only ever calls her family, never coming home. This will change when children have begun to go missing at alarming rates, most of them being children of the supernatural community. He is in for a surprise when the FBI comes knocking on his door, about the missing children. 

A battle is brewing between the God and Goddess of the Underworld: Arawn and Scàthach. It's classic good vs evil with a twist of the dead, undead, and the living. Are the missing children a part of a greater, but evil plan in this war? Or is it just a coincidence?

Alpha of the Dead

 I couldn’t sleep last night even after my intense workout, I just couldn’t shut off my brain—anxiousness surrounding having lunch with my parents, Preston going to the Lunar Realm, and my mate. I couldn’t feel Tiernan, nor could I feel his wolf Steele, it was like he was gone but not dead. If that makes any sense. So, waking up this morning at 6 in the morning meant that I needed coffee, lots and lots of coffee. Grabbing a mug, I pour myself a generous helping of the beautiful bean juice that gives me life. Taking a sniff, I let out a sigh. 


“Going to make love to your coffee mug?” I hear from behind me. 


 Turning around, I see Anders standing in the kitchen with his arms folded across his chest and an amused smile spreading across his face. 


Chapter 12