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Table of Contents
Summary
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
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Dedication
Copyright
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Chapter One
ZOEY NOVA STAYED HUMAN. She wasn’t ready to turn into any of
her animal shapes yet. Human noses were dull things, and she didn’t
want to smell any more of this planet than she absolutely had to.
The world wasn’t just dead—she’d smelled the decay in the fridge—
Gaia Beta was ruined. A part of her wanted to run into Steven’s arms
and have him hold her until all the fear passed.
She had to be strong, but being on the Battle World made her
not only uncomfortable but terrified. This fear, this terrible fear,
threatened to send her screaming, running wildly out onto the
plains. Instead, she paced, frowned, and paced some more. The
steel bracelet shifted on her wrist. Though it protected her from any
AnimusChain magic, she still didn’t like how it felt on her skin.
She stood outside under the sky, staring at those nasty unnatural
red clouds. She drew a length of her hair and chewed on it. She
hadn’t chewed on her hair since she was a little girl.
Zoey’s parents had been Morphlings for Ugly Ellis Dodge, in his
Appalachian Primacy, and she’d been a mountain girl, half wild,
running up steep hills, diving into rivers, and finding cool mountain
valleys to rest in during the worst summer months. She’d had a
bunch of pack mates, real terrors, and sometimes, they would harass
the humans, but never enough to call down Ugly Ellis’s wrath. It was
his job to police the supernaturals in his Primacy. Zoey had known
that if she got into too much trouble, Ugly Ellis would punished her
parents and not her.
Zoey’s father died in a skirmish against Alonzo Mac Sterling, the
Dragonlord of the neighboring Miami-Dixie Primacy. Zoey’s mother
took her to Texas. Ugly Ellis didn’t care one way or another about
them. His cool attitude toward Zoey’s father proved that. Carlo Bart
Baxter took them in, and the Prime especially liked Zoey’s mother.
Things were good, though the twins didn’t make it easy on Zoey’s
mother. Those Wayne sisters had been a part of her life for a long
time now. They didn’t remember her. Zoey couldn’t forget them or
what they did.
Steven had never pried, and every time it came up, Zoey would
either insist she wasn’t ready to talk about it, or she’d find a way to
change the subject. She knew at some point she would have to tell
Steven the details. She dreaded the thought. Human words had a
way of slipping away from her. She didn’t see any good coming from
a long conversation with Chazzie or Pru. She’d been the daughter of
their Prime’s Morphling mistress. Carlo Bart never married Stephanie
Nova.
After Zoey’s mother died, Zoey was lost for a while. She drifted
away from Carlo Bart, and like Ugly Ellis, he didn’t care. Zoey was
just some young Morphling and not worth his time. Zoey was found
by Juice Juice and his Sounders. The me is the we. Those words
came to her so quickly. That was sad. They’d meant so much to her
at first. Then all they did was scratch at her soul.
Juice had left her behind at the first sign of trouble. Because she
was difficult. And because she was the bait for Spider Finger’s trap in
the Americos Chamber, which would send them down to Odessa,
Texas, and the trouble there.
Zoey swore she wouldn’t be difficult again. Not to anyone. Never.
Mouse traipsed out of the house on the left. A King Soopers bag
full of canned food dangled from one of her hands. She must’ve
found some in the pantry of the other house. In her other hand, she
held a red-and-white can of something called Nozzza-Cola.
Tessa was in the garage, with the twins, looking at a car that had
been left behind.
Mouse moved up to Zoey. “Want some, Zoey? It’s flat, and
terrible, and probably full of Zothoric cancer, but hey, it’s still sweet.
Americans on this plane of existence still liked their high fructose
corn syrup.”
Zoey took the can and sipped it. The sweetness hit her all at
once. “Ugh, it’s like flat Coke. Which is terrible for you. You know
that, right?”
Mouse leaned on her sword. “Yeah, like world-hopping and
fighting demon things aren’t? This soda pop is the least of my
worries.”
Zoey returned the can to the blonde. “Why didn’t they just call it
Coca-Cola?”
Mouse made an I-have-no-flippin’-idea face. Then thought better
of it. “I think they wanted to really drive home the fact that the shit
has a crapton of caffeine. So, like no Zs cola. Drink this and you’ll
never Z again. Or something. I don’t know. Humans are crazy.”
“I still don’t understand.”
Mouse sipped more from the can. “The thing is, Zoey, Coca-Cola
doesn’t exist here. We found a mirror dimension, or some shit like
that. It’s Coke, like we have it, but the people marketing on this
planet decided to call it something else.”
“They should’ve called it sweet death juice.” Zoey drank some
water from her canteen to get the sugar sauce out of her mouth.
Then she went back to chewing on her hair. She wanted to appear
strong, so she didn’t say anything.
Mouse laughed at her joke. But of course, she was going to
notice Zoey’s mood. Mouse was her best friend. The blonde drained
the can and tossed it into the street, where it clanked in the terrible
quiet. Even the wind wasn’t blowing, and it always blew on the Great
Plains. “Zoey, yes, this is all really weird and scary and yeah, I feel it
too. I’m glad the twins are joking. When they get quiet, you know
it’s bad. Ironic, most of the time I can’t wait for them to shut up.”
Chazzie and Pru. Just their names hurt Zoey, though she wasn’t
going to talk about what happened to her mother. She wouldn’t
dare. Part of being a pack meant going along to get along. You didn’t
create conflict if you could help it.
Mouse knocked her with a slim hip. “Come on. You know when
we find the Zothoric, we’re going to kick their asses. And if we can’t,
we fly back to the St. Vrain Aerie, break on through to the other
side, and we have thousands of soldiers ready to join us in the fight.
We got Primes, Warlings, Morphlings, Magicians, and even Cactus
Bill said he’d help us.” Mouse tried to sell her joke as being serious.
“I know, Cactus Bill, right? Total badass.”
Zoey grinned despite herself. “Cactus Bill is weird. I’m not sure
how powerful he is. In Texas, he was kind of a joke. I guess he’s
friends with the twins, but we kind of always thought they got their
information from someone else and only said Cactus Bill was the
source. Kind of like a dodge.”
“Dodge or dodgy?” Mouse asked. “Cactus Bill is definitely dodgy.
Seriously, though, Zoey, I know this is hard. But we’ve won, time and
time again. And now you have your wicked armor. Sure, you guys
get all the magic items, and all I get is this magic sword. And a ring.
And an amazing husband. And great sister-wives. And my sardonic
sense of humor. And I’m going on nearly two years of sobriety. So,
yeah.” Mouse stopped talking, but she didn’t stop smiling.
Zoey couldn’t help herself. She grabbed Mouse and held her
close. She glanced down and watched as the grass greened around
them.
Mouse saw it and her mouth dropped open. “What the biscuit?
For the love of fuck? What?”
Zoey let Mouse go and she stripped off her clothes. Life, life was
here, and she wanted to smell it. Once naked, except for Icharaam’s
Amulet, her wedding ring, and the defense bracelet, Zoey focused on
the Animus at her core. She brought that energy into every part of
her body, changing her bones, changing her muscles, turning herself
into a wolf. When she sniffed and snuffled at the green grass, the
scent of life, spring, and hope filled her keen nose.
Mouse was still cursing when the others joined them on the lawn,
where a circle of green grass surrounded them. Their life, their
Animus, had extended out onto the very earth itself. They were
powerful, and they were going to use that power to bring Animus
back to the dry husk of the Battle World.
Steven and the rest of his Escort came out of the houses.
Zoey let out a woof and went over to rub her side against Steven.
He reached down and petted her head.
The twins were wiping their hands off with rags. They let them
drop.
“Any news on the car?” Steven asked.
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