Page 115 of Savage Hunt

Was my entire life a fucking lie? Where were my parents? Who were my parents?

“Did someone put a spell on her?” Fane asked, yanking me off the dangerous merry-go-round that had me spinning.

Julia stopped pacing. “More than likely. That’s probably why Tate appears as a bitten shifter.”

I clutched Fane’s wrists as his hands still rested on my shoulders. “Why would someone cast a spell on me?”

“I don’t know.” The healer moved toward us. “Maybe they did it to hide you.”

Fane’s nostrils flared, his muscles turning rigid. “No one can know about this. Have you told anyone?”

Julia shook her head.

A loud knock at the door startled us, and before anyone could answer it, Camus marched inside with his daughter in tow. The alpha’s eyes glowed gold, his face was carved out of granite, and his canines gleamed in the soft lights.

Fane released my shoulders and stepped in front of me, his feral growl shaking the hardwoods beneath my feet. “What is she doing here?”

I had to fight back a smile at the hatred coating his words for the female shifter.

“Go ahead, Marissa.” Camus glowered at her as she remained silent with her chin held high. “Speak!”

As his alpha power hit the air, Marissa dropped to her knees and whimpered. She probably wasn’t used to her father’s wrath, but he’d had enough of her bullshit.

“That demon princess helped us,” Marissa blurted as if she couldn’t hold her tongue any longer. “She gave us the silver knife and Demise.”

The tension in Fane’s body grew tenfold, and he vibrated as his beast prowled closer. “Venna helped you plot Tate’s murder?”

Marissa pressed her lips into a tight line as she glared daggers at her father. “Princess Venna contacted me last week and asked if I’d like to take care of a mutual enemy.” She turned back in our direction, and I stepped out from behind Fane. “She said she’d rather you be dead even if it meant destroying the amulet—whatever the hell that is.”

So Venna grew tired of chasing the Infernal Sol, or she realized she’d never get it out of me.

Marissa’s wild laughter pummeled my eardrums. “Venna was hoping it would destroy Fane in the process.”

The demon shifter clenched his hands, his tattoos twitching as his beast form longed to bust free. “I’ve never been more thankful that you rejected me, or I’d be stuck with your deceitful, arrogant, selfish ass for the rest of my long life.”

Her lips curled back in a snarl, and she tried to stand, but Camus slammed his hand onto her shoulder, his fingers crushing her bones.

“I didn’t tell you to move.”

She whined like a hurt puppy, and the venom in her expression vanished as she pleaded with her father. “Daddy, I’m so?—”

A commotion erupted in the house, and footsteps hammered up the stairs. “Help!” someone called out.

That was Ephraim.

Icy panic ripped through my bloodstream. What if Venna crossed into their territory and hurt Dylan to punish me?

Fane bolted into the hall, and Julia followed as the voices grew louder. Camus grabbed his daughter and threw her into a chair on the right side of the room.

“If you move, I will banish you from this pack,” he warned. “Not even your mother will be able to help you.”

Marissa’s mouth parted, and she lowered in the chair as her father’s alpha power wrapped around her.

My heart slammed against my rib cage as I trailed Camus into the next room where several pack members gathered. As Julia rummaged through the drawers, Ephraim and Preston helped an emaciated form into the bed.

“Who is that?” I asked Fane when I made it to his side, trying not to show my relief that it wasn’t any of the Anders.

He scrutinized the male shifter dressed in sweatpants that barely hung onto his frail frame. “Joseph Morrice.”

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