Chapter 41: Martyrs to the Cause

Hades POV

The Dark Goddess’ screams and the Deathwolf’s howls rang in Hades’ ears until he thought his eardrums would burst.

“CYRAN!”

Even in her befuddled state, Zillah shrieked and then lunged at the two lifeless figures on the slab.

Hades and some of the others frantically tried to revive Cyran and Naomi, with Zillah inserting herself and loudly insisting she’d seen shifters take the wrong drink one too many times. On many a night, she poured cold water on an unconscious tavern patron and slapped them awake, or raided her private stock of medicines. 

Sniffing the vial, she said, “I’ve never smelled anything like this before. D*mn Wise Women!”

Although Hades wanted to vomit, he couldn’t help pouncing on the opportunity. “This is the Alpha’s doing, and the Crestas are leading him around by the leash from Evenhide! Why else would the Wise Women give Cyran and Naomi something that killed them?”