A paranormal romance between a metamorph and a Fatel
The last instalment of the saga.
Slave was not my companion, the bond between us notwithstanding. I knew as much, but didn't understand why. Then Blood came. I marked her for my own. I'm prepared to go through hell to be with her. Only hell is likely to be the least of our worries. The end is nigh. The Guardian Angels know this. The war is rumbling. It will be either the dissidents or us and if we lose, that spells the end of the Fatels.
