Gods and Mortals: Fourteen Free Urban Fantasy & Paranormal Novels Featuring Thor, Loki, Greek Gods, Native American Spirits, Vampires, Werewolves, & More (282 page)

At home it was easier to hide my turmoil. Nate worked long hours on his book, trying to meet a deadline. When he wasn’t writing, he was on the phone or going out to meet with a group of local environmentalists who were concerned with rumors about some oil company suddenly showing interest in the area. Fishing and tourism were the main industries in New Hastings and any kind of energy exploration could be damaging to both of them. I liked my town just as it was and I hoped the oil companies would leave it alone. It was easy to forget my own misery for a little while when I thought about the animals and other creatures that could be hurt or displaced if such a thing came to pass.

I stayed close to home on Saturday and Sunday except for a walk down to the wharves. On Saturday afternoon, I spent a few hours on the roof with Harper who strutted around, upset that I’d neglected him lately. Normally, spending time with him relaxed me but nothing could ease my mind now.

Roland texted me on Friday night and again on Saturday to see if I wanted to do something with him and Peter. Both times I replied that I wasn’t feeling well yet. I knew I was a coward and it wasn’t fair to my friends, but I still didn’t know how to tell to them and see our friendship end.

On Monday, Roland and Peter ambushed me in the parking lot after school. “All right, Sara, what is up with you?” Roland demanded after they pulled me out of earshot of everyone else. “And don’t give me that crap about being sick because you’ve hardly been sick a day in your life.”

“I –”

“Is it us?” Peter asked with some hesitation. “Are you freaked out about… you know… what we are? We’re still friends, right?”

“Of course we’re still friends.” I saw doubt on their faces and realized I had been so caught up in my own misery that I hadn’t seen how my sudden reticence affected my friends. While I was trying to gain the courage to tell them the truth, they were worried that I didn’t want to be around them anymore because they were werewolves.

“That doesn’t bother me. It’s…” I bit my lip as and looked down to hide the dread in my eyes.
How can I tell them?

Peter moved closer. “You alright?”

I started to nod but I shook my head instead. I couldn’t count how many times someone had asked me if I was okay since last Friday and I always said yes but the truth was, I was far from okay. In the last week my world had changed so much that I felt like I had stepped into someone else’s life without a script. I didn’t know how to think or act anymore.

“Come on,” Roland touched my arm and pointed to his old red pickup. “Let’s get out of here.”

None of us spoke as we piled into the cab of his small Chevy truck. Roland pulled out of the parking lot and headed north. I didn’t pay much attention to where we were headed. I stared at my hands most of the way and tried to find the words to tell them my awful secret when we got to our destination.

The truck slowed and I looked up to find that we were at the old Signal Point lighthouse. The lighthouse had been decommissioned years ago and it used to be a favorite teenage hangout a few years ago. They still threw the occasional party up here because the police didn’t bother with it for the most part. The sight of the peeling white tower surrounded by the faded white picket fence brought back a lot of good memories but did little to ease the weight on my chest.

Roland opened his door. “You want to go inside?”

The wind was surprisingly calm up here today so I said, “Let’s go sit on the bluff.”

We strolled through the grass until we neared the edge of the bluff. The three of us sat in a circle, obscured from the rest of the world by the tall grass. Overhead the blue sky was dotted with small white clouds and below us the surf broke against the rocks in a familiar rhythm. In this peaceful setting it was almost hard to believe that bad things could happen.

“Nikolas came to see me last Monday.”

“What the hell did he want?” There was no mistaking the dislike in Peter’s tone and I cringed inwardly. Would he feel the same way about me soon?

“He told me some things that kind of freaked me out. I’m not sure how to tell you about it.” I looked from Peter to Roland and saw the mingled curiosity and concern on their faces. ‘This is really hard so let me finish before you say anything. Okay?”

They both nodded. I took a deep breath and started at the point where I came home and found him waiting in front of the bookstore. I told them how he had tracked Roland’s license plate and how he’d asked about my parents and told me he had known my mother. When I told them that Mohiri can sense each other and Nikolas had recognized me as one as soon as we met, Roland made a small sound but didn’t say anything. He did not speak until I said that Nikolas told me I should be with the Mohiri.

“What did you tell him?” He asked in a tight voice.

I clutched my hands together. “I told him I belong here with you guys and Nate.”

“Good.”

“I thought… that since you guys hate the Mohiri you wouldn’t want anything to do with me when you found out I was one of them.”

“Is that what you were upset about all week?” The hurt in Roland’s eyes made my own sting. “You honestly think that we would do something like that.”

“No – I don’t know. After what Brendan and Maxwell said about them and you two didn’t hide how you felt about Nikolas – what was I supposed to think?”

Roland let out a long breath. “We don’t like the Mohiri but we don’t consider them our enemy. And you being one of them doesn’t change who you are.”

“I guess I was just so upset that I didn’t think of it that way.”

“So your mom was one of them?” Peter shook his head. “All this time we were friends with a Mohiri and never knew it.”

Roland could not hold back his smirk. “I bet he wasn’t happy when you told him you’d rather stay with a bunch of werewolves.”

I remembered Nikolas’s expression when I told him I didn’t want to go. “He wasn’t.”

“What happens now? Will they leave you alone?” Peter asked.

“I don’t know. Apparently finding orphans is a big deal to them and I’m a lot older than the other orphans they bring in. They want me to join them but I won’t let them force me into anything I don’t want.”

Roland swiped at an insect near his ear. “Why are you older than the other orphans?”

I bit my lip. I’d deliberately left out certain details about the Mohiri because I wanted to see how my friends reacted before I laid the whole thing on them. “What do you guys know about the Mohiri – other than that they are vampire hunters?”

Peter lifted his shoulders. “Not much. Like Dad said the other night, they are like some kind of secret society. They’re super fast and strong and –” he grabbed my arm. “Hey that means you can move like them.”

I shook my head. “Nikolas said I am suppressing that side of me. In order to be fast like him I’d have to stop holding it back.”

“Then let it out. What’s stopping you?” Roland said.

I tugged at a tuff of grass, unable to look at them. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

There was never going to be an easy way to say it so I blurted it out. “It’s a demon.”

Roland let out a choked laugh. “What?”

“The Mohiri are half demon.” I looked up, waiting for the realization to sink in, waiting to see the same revulsion I’d lived with for a week. The only sound was the crashing of waves against the rocks. I looked away from the shock and disbelief in their faces and waited for the inevitable reactions.

“Half demon? How is that possible?” Roland’s voice sounded dubious instead of repulsed but I still couldn’t look at him.

“It’s called a Mori demon. The Mohiri were created specifically to kill vampires and each one of them is born with a Mori inside. They have to learn to live with the demon side and control it and it makes them able to fight like they do. Orphans have to be found really young so they can learn to control their Mori. If not, the demon drives them insane. Nikolas says my Mori is practically dormant and he has no idea how I’m doing it. Otherwise I’d probably be locked up in a mental ward right now.”

Peter let out a long low whistle. “That is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.” He immediately ducked his head. “Sorry. I didn’t mean anything bad by that. It’s just that I never heard of a demon living inside a human like that.”

“Actually you have. Did you know that vampires have demon parasites inside them?”

They stared at me with similar expressions of shock. Roland found his voice first. “Nikolas told you all this?”

“Yes.”

“That must have been some conversation.”

“You could say that.”

He ran a hand through his hair causing it to stick out in places. “I can’t believe you’ve been carrying this around since last week. No wonder you seemed so out of it.”

“I was afraid you guys would think I was some kind of freak. You have to admit it’s pretty messed up.”

Roland barked a laugh. “We turn into giant mutant wolves. You don’t think there is anything strange about that?”

“You can’t compare yourselves to demons.” My voice rose. “Demons are evil. They come from a hell dimension.”

His eyes widened and his smile faded. “You think you’re evil?”

“I don’t know,” I replied honestly. In my heart I didn’t believe I was a bad person but I had glimpsed my dark side before. I didn’t know what I was capable of. What if I lost control of the demon in me? What if I hurt someone even worse that I had hurt Scott?

“There is no way you are evil,” Peter stated unwaveringly.

I wanted so much to believe him. “How can you be so sure?”

“I’m sure because I know you. You’re a good person and you never hurt people – well except for Scott but some exceptions are okay. You hate bullies and you always watch out for Jeffrey at school. I seriously doubt an evil person would care about him. I know you love Nate and it’s easy to see how much you loved your father. I don’t think an evil person can love like that. And you are so good with animals. Uncle Brendan says animals can sense when someone is bad so there is no way they’d let you near them if you were evil.”

Roland reached over to take my hand. “You can’t possibly be evil no matter what you are. I think evil is a choice and you choose to be good. In fact, your demon is probably dormant because you are too good for it.”

I sniffed. “You mean that?”

“Yes,” Roland replied with conviction. “Do you think Nikolas is evil?”

“No.” Evil was the last word I’d use to describe Nikolas. Hard and direct, maybe a little overbearing. But also strong and courageous. He had put his own life at risk to save mine and he’d displayed kindness on the wharf.

“Me either,” he said to my surprise. “The Mohiri are arrogant bastards and I don’t like them but they do kill vampires. That Mori demon might be bad news on its own but they keep it under control and use it to make them better hunters.” He pointed at himself and then at Peter. “We had to learn to control our wolf side so it didn’t take over. There is a reason for the scary werewolf stories. Not all weres are good and sometimes even good ones lose control.”

It felt like an enormous weight had been lifted off my chest and I was able to take a deep breath for the first time in a week. I let out a shaky laugh. “When did you get all wise and philosophical?”

Roland gave me a lopsided grin. “Hey, I’m not just all good looks you know.”

I fell back in the grass, giddy with relief. “I can’t believe how much I let this screw with my head.”

“Maybe next time you’ll come to us before you freak yourself out,” Roland chided. “Don’t ever be afraid to confide in us. No more secrets, okay?”

I didn’t answer him. My Mohiri lineage was only one of my many secrets. What would my friends think of me if they learned that I’d peddled troll bile on the black market? How would they react to my healing power or my friendship with Remy? And what would they say if they knew why I really went to the Attic that night?

We were interrupted by a cell phone ringing. “Oh crap!” Roland muttered reaching for his phone. “I forgot I was supposed to pick up Mom. She dropped her car off to get the brakes done.”

We hurried to his truck and headed back to town. The mood on the return trip was a lot lighter. Roland and Peter compared werewolves and Mohiri and they wondered if I’d be stronger or faster than them if I used my demon side. I told them to keep guessing because there was no way I was unleashing that thing.

Nate made beef stew for dinner and I could smell it simmering in the slow cooker as soon as I entered the apartment. I set the table then spent an hour doing homework before he came out of his office.

“Smells great,” I said as he popped some take-and-bake rolls into the oven.

He gave me a sideways look. “You seem to be in a better mood today.”

I grinned. “I am and I’m starving too.”

After dinner I cleaned the kitchen and finished my homework. I felt so light and happy that I sat down to draw for the first time in two weeks. I was almost done before I saw that I’d sketched Nikolas emerging from the shadows with sword drawn, his face hard and angry like an avenging angel. I stared at the face on the paper for a long moment, not sure why I drew him. He’d saved my life but he was also a reminder of everything that had gone wrong with my life lately. I closed the sketchbook and threw it on the desk. I didn’t want to ruin my good mood by thinking about Nikolas or any of that negative stuff tonight.

I opened my laptop to check email before I went to bed. There was one from Roland with a funny cartoon of a werewolf at the dentist that made me laugh. I was still smiling when I logged into my regular message board.

Five minutes later my smile dissipated along with my good humor. A new thread had been started earlier today. LOOKING FOR FOY? A cold knot started to form in my stomach as I read the dozens of replies in the thread. Most of the replies were jokes and snarky comments telling the poster that they had a better chance of winning the lottery than finding FOY. Some users dismissed it as a legend with no merit. No one seemed to take it seriously.

Except me.

FOY is the little known acronym used for troll bile. It stands for ‘fountain of youth’. No one mentioned New Hastings, me or Malloy but the posting gave me goose bumps. Someone was digging around.