Chapter 18: Shifter Zombies
Cyran POV
He bellowed, “You will NEVER be my master! You never were. The only power you had was the power I gave you. No more!”
He wrenched apart from Hades and conjured wind that blew the mist to tiny wisps of vapor.
“And my sister is not a wh*re. She beat you soundly last time,” he snarled. “And as for Naomi … don’t you EVER mention her name again. You poison it like you poison everything you touch. You’re not my master.”
Hades stood revealed in all his (hah!) glory, with that ridiculous wolf-ear headdress and a brand-new glass amulet crackling with lightning inside its red depths. His black eyes glittered, obsidian discs. He seemed to have grown half a foot taller since their last encounter. Since shifters didn’t change their height that easily, Cyran would bet Hades was casting his illusion spells. He was all muscle, gripping a new magical staff of rough-hewn oak topped with a milky white crystal and a bronze ax mounted on top of the crystal.