Vaewolf: Damn the Darkness: The Prophecy's Promise (Hearts of Darkness Book 3) by Eliza March Read Free Book Online Page B

and who exactly ordered the herbs from Nicodemus Jones for the Witch’s Brew. Since Tess had no other details, Jackson would glean their connection some other way.
    Within minutes, a few more stray members of the Louisiana wolf pack appeared. At his command, they cuffed the demons with iron, then hustled them away. Jackson stalked off into the night with five pack members still in wolf form, following closely behind. The wolf pack needed to return to the compound in St. Loupe Parrish, and Jackson had to share this attack report with Garr and Dylan. They were more experienced, with information and contacts Jackson hadn’t met with yet.
    The stone object in the box and the herbs in the package still puzzled him. Apparently they were of value to either the demons or the witches, or perhaps someone else. He didn’t recognize the herbs from these parts, but there were plenty of witches under his care who would be able to figure out their importance. After seeing the exchange between the demons and the witch, Jackson hoped Garr might recognize the significance of the outlaw warlock exchanging a fae relic for herbs from the Underworld. If not, surely someone on the council would know the significance.
    Mixing witches and demons was bad mojo, especially after the last incident with Dylan’s mate, Caitlin. Until they figured out what the demons were doing in their realm, everyone would be on edge.
    Jackson felt an uncomfortable presence as shadows lengthened, gray on gray in the bayou, approaching sundown. Hard to tell what caused his discomfort, but he would remember the way it felt. Not threatening, just interested. Time in the dense underbrush was impossible to determine from the light. Jackson’s vampire senses told him when to expect the sun to set, and the wolf within him knew when to expect the moon to rise. As soon as he oversaw the securing of the prisoners in their temporary camp, he moved away and out of hearing of the others.
    “Garr, we captured a couple of demons—no different ones. And a witch shifter from the upper-peninsula doing a little business out here.” Jackson filled Garr in with the details and the big Lycan agreed to call Dylan and arrange a meeting at the estate.
    “The Sang Froid estate and the surrounding Parrishes are practically impregnable to attack or escape—a more secure place than St. Loupe to permanently house the prisoners until we decide what to do with them. No?”
    “I agree. We’re resting here until dark, then I’ll head back with the pack.” Jackson would be relieved to turn this problem back over to more experienced hands. “Don’t worry about the witch. I took her blood and got a name.”
    Once he’d tasted her blood, the witch couldn’t escape him. He’d be able to track her anywhere. He wasn’t as comfortable with the demons. Dylan and his group of hybrids out at the estate had a better handle on the demon infiltration into the bayou.
    “I don’t know much about demons.”
    Until his encounter with Amyra, his father’s half sister, and the group who breached the portal, he never met a demon. Jackson’s gut instincts put Amyra in the middle of all this, even if she was trapped serving her punishment. He’d done his part to spare her life, but if the consequence of keeping her alive meant the upheaval of the world he’d soon inherit, he’d have to rethink their familial attachment.
    No leader could condone insurrection within his ranks, especially not from the closest to him. Dylan had made that clear the day Jackson voted down the council’s death sentence for Amyra. The warning suggested Jackson might live to regret his decision He might, but he believed his father would have voted the same way.
    Niccolai spent eons trying to make up for the abuse their father heaped on his half sister, and Jackson wasn’t comfortable second guessing his father’s reasons for saving the evil woman’s ass. When Niccolai returned, he would be the one to absolve Amyra’s