Reclaimed (Shadow Beast Shifters, #2)(14)

Figuring it probably wasn’t long until we made our way into the Shadow Realm, I dressed in the most comfortable outfit I could find. And since the library provided it, it was of course perfect.

Black jeans, with enough stretch that they could have passed as thick leggings. Black leather boots that slid perfectly over the jeans, stopping around my calves. A green tank that brought out the lighter tones in my hazel eyes, and over the top, I threw on a leather jacket for protection and warmth.

I had no idea what sort of weather or temperatures to expect in the Shadow Realm, but there was every chance that parts of it could be as extreme as Earth. At least from what I’d seen in Midnight’s memories.

Midnight. It was so weird how I could feel the mist in my energy, the tingling on my palm reminding me that I was now bonded to another powerful entity. One that was at war with Inky.

At least Midnight might be a source of information, and for once, I’d be ahead of the game. Ether mists… a blanket from above. It was the oddest concept, and I couldn’t quite picture it. In the images from Midnight, I hadn’t noticed a black cloud across their world, so maybe… maybe it was hidden from sight. I supposed I’d find out once we stepped foot into the realm.

My stomach churned at the mere thought, and I hoped that whatever happened there, Shadow finally found his revenge. If anyone deserved it, he did. Of course, I still owed some shifters a knife through their chests, but that could wait. Compared to how long Shadow had been waiting to enact his own vengeance, I was a few thousand years behind.

Midnight floated down to me as soon as I stepped out from my bedroom door, and I didn’t waste any time. “How many different beings live in the Shadow Realm?” I paused. “Wait, that was rude. Hello, how are you? I have a few questions if you don’t mind?”

Midnight swelled and jiggled, and I heard the disembodied laugh in my head. My knowledge is yours.

That one line might have been better than an orgasm.

“Tell me as much about the inhabitants of the Shadow Realm as you can.”

Midnight swelled into a wall of darkness. Shadow Beast is Darkor, the Supreme Being. He has power over the mists, mostly leicher, and can command the creatures and other royals.

He was betrayed on the night he was supposed to accept his position. He was young—taken completely by surprise—and only just managed to escape with his life.

His need for vengeance made more sense every day. I was going to help him the best I could, even if it meant I would risk myself in the meantime. His mission in life was much greater than mine.

“So Darkor is one of the beings of the realm, but he’s technically a royal, correct?”

Yes. There are also freilds, who are the regular beings, not born royal. They all exist within one of the five lands of the Concordes.

“Concordes?”

Geography wasn’t my strongest suit, and without a map, I was struggling to piece it together in my head.

The Concordes is the main mass of land. There are five kingdoms of royals sharing its territory. Trinity is Shadow’s, the strongest of the five. Then there is Holister, second in power, followed by Fraple, Glist’n, and Ashan.

Yeah, no way in fuck was I remembering even one of those kingdoms. But maybe I’d learn on the run while there.

“Are there any other beings there that I should be aware of?”

There are royals, freilds and their many sub-species, shadow creatures, and quite a few other beings who are not able to communicate with you, so there is no need to worry about them.

And yet, I would most definitely worry.

“What are the Shadow Hunters?”

The strongest of the freilds. Not born to be royals, but with a strength and affinity to trap creatures. They trade their ‘souls’ for the ability to elevate their power. The mists transform them, but the process is quite… dehumanizing.

That had to be why they looked the way they did. No faces. No physical bodies.

Just as I was opening my mouth to ask another of my million questions, Shadow strode into the lair, clearly searching for me.

I met him halfway, and Midnight fell silent in my head, choosing to tag along close by without too much interaction. “Is it time to leave?” I asked, examining Shadow’s face.

His neutral expression didn’t give anything away, so I just waited for his answer.

“Simone has arrived,” he said, and I almost jumped onto him in my excitement.

“Is she okay? What happened to the rest of the pack members?”

Shadow shrugged. “They’re alive for now, but I have Torma locked down so those assholes can’t cause any further damage until I have time to deal with them.”

“I will deal with them,” I spat out. “It has been a long time coming, and I’m not exactly the forgive-and-forget sort of chick.”

He brushed his hand over my cheek, the movement fast and over in a heartbeat, but the heat of his touch lingered. “You will have your vengeance,” he told me softly. “As soon as I’ve had mine.”

“Deal.”

There was a fissuring of power in the air, and I wondered if we’d literally sealed that deal as something more than mere words and sentiments.

“You want to see your friend before we leave?” Shadow asked, distracting me.

I nodded. “Yes. I need to make sure she’s safe. Can she stay in the lair?”