It had been that way ever since I’d joined the newspaper three years ago, and I was sick and tired of it. I had no idea why all the fluff pieces landed on my desk. It was bad enough my career still hadn’t taken off. Sighing, I rubbed my eyes again, pushing away distracting thoughts about my insane parents. Richard Gable wanted to know when I’d have the article on conjoined puppy twins ready for him.Īt least it wasn’t another one of those sky is falling emails from my mom. Glancing at the screen, I saw that it was an email from my editor.

My computer pinged, distracting me from my thoughts. Two years after K-Day, and the Ks-or the Krinar, as they liked to be called-were nearly as much of a mystery as when they’d first arrived. Over the past two weeks, ever since I’d decided to prove myself by writing an insightful piece about the invaders, I’d pored over every bit of information available on the internet, and all I had were rumors, a number of unreliable eyewitness accounts, some grainy YouTube videos, and as many unanswered questions as before. Long-held ties will sever packs will divide.Īnd a cocky playboy will need to dig deeper than the easy charm that carried him through four centuries to prove that sometimes an absence of light is only the void between beings who are destined to collide.I couldn’t believe it had been two years since the invasion, and we still knew next to nothing about the aliens who had taken over Earth.įrustrated, I removed my glasses and rubbed my eyes, feeling the strain from staring at the computer screen all day. With the fate of humankind hanging in the balance and the supernatural war of the century underway, cultures and parenting styles will clash. He never expected to fall for the mother of the well-prophesied Rogue werelock he’s been hunting. With the supernatural world on the hunt for her only child, Avery sees no alternative but to adopt an offensive, preemptive approach: Hunt the hunters and take them out first.Ĭenturies old and still living his life on the edge like the formidable werelock and self-assured player he’s always been, Alcaeus long ago dismissed the notion he’d ever find his true mate. It’s even tougher when there’s a nasty prophecy floating around about your kid being a purported abomination fated to destroy the human race.

No Light by Hettie Ivers