Page 47 of Savage Fate

“Not everything is your fault,”Fane said.“Maybe you weren’t meant to get the visions to prevent the deaths but to stop the creatures responsible.”

“Do you recall seeing any symbols in the rooms where the shifters were taken?” Wrath asked, shaking his head when Logan offered him some candy.

Wrath had become the new demon lord of Savannah, much to his protest. He’d rather live in obscurity than have all the responsibility and power of ruling the demons of Savannah, but Kesa, Fane’s mom, finally convinced him that the city needed him. She reminded him of all the demons like Warin who needed someone fair and just looking out for them.

“There were symbols on the walls and ceilings.” I rubbed my temples as I strained to recall their shapes. “Every time I try to remember, they lose focus.”

After thinking for a few moments, Wrath stood, leaning over the table with his palms pressed against the surface. “I believe the culprits are demons.”

Logan leaned back in his chair so its front legs lifted. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

He gave a curt nod. “The Norsterium.”

Ephraim, here as pack liaison since Camus couldn’t make it, folded his arms. “And what is that?”

“It’s an organization of demons my brother belonged to ages ago. They were mostly bored demons looking for power and a chance to party.” Wrath pushed back strands of blue hair from his face. “It was all about offering sacrifices to the original demons for more power.”

Gia scrawled in her notepad. “And why do you think they could be responsible?”

Wrath shrugged. “Some of the details fit, like the missing hearts, for one. And the cloaks and white masks were their traditional ceremonial garb.”

My heart squeezed. Obviously, I’d never really known Ruin at all. To think that he was killing people in the name of power made me want to reach through the past and pummel him.

“I don’t recall them specifically going for shifters, but for all we know, Ruin could be at the helm of this whole thing to exact revenge on shifters for destroying his plans.” Wrath’s electric-blue eyes met mine. “We never found a body.”

Not this again.

Wrath just wanted his twin to be alive so he could punish him for his part in Warin’s death.

“We didn’t find a body because there’s no body to be found,” I said. “I literally watched him evaporate.”

“I’m still confused about how that happened.” Gia’s brows knit. “I don’t understand how?—”

“Like we said, Nadia cast a spell that killed Ruin.” Fane shrugged. “And Barric killed her, so we’ll probably never know what she did.”

Hawk cleared his throat, trying to divert attention away from Ruin’s mysterious death. He knew the amulet had killed the former high demon lord and not some spell. “Even with Ruin dead, could this group, The Nosterium, still be responsible?”

Wrath took his seat and nodded. “It’s possible. I haven’t heard much of them in decades, but I didn’t exactly run in the same circles as my brother.”

Ari’s lips thinned into a grim line. “So not only do we have The Collective Hunt to worry about, but now there’s a possible demon threat sacrificing us for power.”

After the meeting ended, Fane, Wrath, and Logan stepped outside to discuss the Nosterium or the Infernal Sol, and Saint took the opportunity to cross the room to my side.

“How are you?” he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets as if he was afraid he’d touch me. “Have you had any more visions since last night?”

Saint’s beta glared across the room as he watched us, probably expecting Fane to march in and attack his friend. Hopefully, Fane had a little more control than that. We were only talking.

“Nope. No visions.”

Saint had begrudgingly returned to Alpha Camus’s house, deciding to barricade his bedroom door closed so Marissa couldn’t sneak in. The poor guy didn’t look like he’d had an ounce of sleep. He declined when I invited him to sleep on the Anderses’ couch. It probably had something to do with pissing Fane off more than he already was.

News about us being fated mates hadn’t reached Silver Ridge yet, or at least, no one had mentioned it. I didn’t want to imagine the stares I’d get then.

“Part of me dreads getting another one, but the other part is hoping for one.” I nervously fiddled with the ends of my hair. “Maybe it would give us more clues as to who’s really behind the murders, whether it is this Nosterium or some other demonic group. Or maybe I could get a vision early enough to save someone.”

One of Saint’s hands slipped from his pocket and landed on my shoulder. “Don’t let the visions get to you. You can’t blame yourself for these deaths. Blame the ones doing the killing. We’re lucky to have any insight, and that’s all because of you.”

An unsure smile pulled at my lips. “Thanks. I just wish I could do more.”

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