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

 Tiernan was taking up the fight with Scàthach. The spell casters had gotten the children outside and, hopefully, through the portal to the Human Realm. James had collapsed to the floor after Tiernan’s water lasso-thing extinguished the fire whip that Scàthach had created. 


“I’m…fine…I just…need a minute.” He pants out. 


 The air inside the palace was crackling with electricity; the power coming off both Tiernan and Scàthach was so oppressive I was shocked I was still standing. They both moved with a grace that I thought would be impossible, like dancers doing a sort of tango with one another. Tiernan takes a blow to the chest. It was a black orb of some kind that Scàthach had shot out of her hand. 


“Oh, no,” James tells me, as his face pales. 


“That’s the soul orb. She’s trying to collect his soul.” 


Chapter 57