Blood Memories

Zeke's POV

The small town of Willowbrook looked peaceful in the morning light. Too quiet. I adjusted my worn leather jacket and checked my image in a shop window. The face looking back at me wasn't my real face—at least not the one anyone would recognize.

The magic cover charm around my neck worked perfectly. Instead of sharp features and storm-gray eyes, I now had softer lines and dirty brown eyes. Perfect for blending in at the edge of Shadowfang land.

"Just another drifter," I mumbled, continuing my walk down Main Street.

Three days of playing normal human guy was driving me crazy. But I needed to be patient. The Midnight Queen had been clear—find Sienna and report back. No commitment. No miracles.

I sniffed the air. Most people couldn't smell magic, but I could. Years of trials by the Syndicate had changed me. Made me something not quite wolf, not quite human. A freak caught between worlds.