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  Praise for the Jane Yellowrock Novels

  “A lot of series seek to emulate Hunter’s work, but few come close to capturing the essence of urban fantasy: the perfect blend of intriguing heroine, suspense, [and] fantasy with just enough romance.”

  —SF Site

  “Drives the danger to dizzying heights . . . Hunter delivers the fast pace, high stakes, and flawlessly crafted fight scenes fans expect.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  “Jane Yellowrock is smart, sexy, and ruthless.”

  —#1 New York Times bestselling author Kim Harrison

  “Readers eager for the next book in Patricia Briggs’s Mercy Thompson series may want to give Faith Hunter a try.”

  —Library Journal

  “Hunter’s very professionally executed, tasty blend of dark fantasy, mystery, and romance should please fans of all three genres.”

  —Booklist

  “In a genre flooded with strong, sexy females, Jane Yellowrock is unique. . . . Her bold first-person narrative shows that she’s one tough cookie but with a likable vulnerability.”

  —RT Book Reviews

  “Seriously. Best urban fantasy I’ve read in years, possibly ever.”

  —C. E. Murphy, author of Magic and Manners

  “The story is fantastic, the action is intense, the romance sweet, and the characters seep into your soul.”

  —Vampire Book Club

  “The Jane Yellowrock series remains one of my favorite urban fantasies to date with its energetic action-packed scenes, strong emotional tone, unexpected humor, and bold characters.”

  —Smexy Books

  “Mixing fantasy with a strong mystery story line and a touch of romance, it ticks all the right urban fantasy boxes.”

  —LoveVampires

  “Hunter deftly manages risk and reward, and Jane’s ever-growing tribe manages to bond amidst pressure from all sides.”

  —All Things Urban Fantasy

  “Hunter is a master of the game-changer and cliffhanger.”

  —Kings River Life Magazine

  “One of my favorite series . . . an intense and brilliant read.”

  —Word of the Nerd

  ALSO BY FAITH HUNTER

  The Jane Yellowrock Novels

  Skinwalker

  Blood Cross

  Mercy Blade

  Raven Cursed

  Death’s Rival

  The Jane Yellowrock World Companion

  Blood Trade

  Black Arts

  Broken Soul

  Dark Heir

  Shadow Rites

  Cold Reign

  Dark Queen

  Shattered Bonds

  The Soulwood Novels

  Blood of the Earth

  Curse on the Land

  Flame in the Dark

  Circle of the Moon

  Spells for the Dead

  The Rogue Mage Novels

  Bloodring

  Seraphs

  Host

  Anthologies

  Cat Tales

  Have Stakes Will Travel

  Black Water

  Blood in Her Veins

  Trials

  Tribulations

  Triumphant

  ACE

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  Copyright © 2021 by Faith Hunter

  Excerpt from Blood of the Earth copyright © 2016 by Faith Hunter

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  Ebook ISBN: 9780451488749

  First Edition: September 2021

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  To the Hubs,

  Bringer of joy into my life:

  The one who carefully removes the hornets and lizards from the house,

  Kills the spiders and the rare roach,

  Sings the songs, and

  Makes sure I get on whitewater.

  I write words, but there are never words enough for who you are and all you do.

  You are the light in my darkness.

  CONTENTS

  Cover

  Praise for the Jane Yellowrock Novels

  Also by Faith Hunter

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter 1: A Dervish in the Dark. Poetry with Bloody Blades.

  Chapter 2: I Kinda Suck at Royalty

  Chapter 3: This Idiot Man Has Your Back

  Chapter 4: This Ain’t My First Rodeo

  Chapter 5: Spear Finger, Liver-Eater, and U’tlun’ta

  Chapter 6: Whoopie Dang Do

  Chapter 7: Leo Had Been Playing the Long Game

  Chapter 8: You Got It, Legs

  Chapter 9: Jane Needs Holy Water. Go to Place of Holy Water.

  Chapter 10: Wrassler Was Down, Just Inside the Security Nook, Lying on His Side

  Chapter 11: I’m Not Fond of the Pelt. It Itches.

  Chapter 12: Little Brother to the Rescue

  Chapter 13: It’s Better Than Being Shot At

  Chapter 14: He Made the Sign of the Cross, and No One Caught on Fire

  Chapter 15: Kickstart the Old Bastardized Panhead Harley

  Chapter 16: It Was Stupid to Use a Handgun as a Club

  Chapter 17: Bloody Diminutive Blonde, Dangling Two Heads by the Hair

  Chapter 18: Who Knew with Suckheads?

  Chapter 19: Yada Yada Blah Blah

  Chapter 20: Undead Life Sucks

  Clan Pellissier, Original Blood-Family Historical Chart

  Acknowledgments

  Excerpt from Blood of the Earth

  About the Author

  CHAPTER 1

  A Dervish in the Dark. Poetry with Bloody Blades.

  Beast woke in big bed, tangled in Jane clothes. Sniffed soft, not loud, not what Jane called Flehmen sound, but hunter’s sound. Silent. Bruiser was not in big bed. Had not slept in big bed.

  Beast rolled over and sat. Put front paw on Jane sleep clothes. Wriggled out. Did not claw or tear Jane clothes. Did not want Jane to be sad. Beast was not happy to be Beast form. Knew Jane would not be happy to be Beast form.

  Jane had gone to sleep in human form. Jane body turned into Beast while Jane slept. Was not first time Jane body changed shape in sleep, and not when Jane or Beast wanted change.

  Had happened many more than five times since Jane was healed in waters of arcenciel rift.

  Sickness that was killing Jane was gone. But much was wrong with Jane body. Jane could not hold shape for many hours. Beast did not know how to help Jane. Was bad.

  Angel of Beast—Hayyel—was not helping Jane.

  Mate of Jane—Bruiser—could not help Jane.

  Molly, mate of Molly—Evan—and Angie could not help Jane.

  Jane could not help Jane. Jane was angry.

  Jane clan was worried.

  Beast did not worry as stupid humans worried. But Beast feared Beast had missed important thing.

  Beast studied place in Bea
st mind where Jane slept. Jane dreams swirled, like leaf on fast water. Jane breathed fast, as if monster chased her. Needed deep calm sleep like dark pool in forest. Beast pressed down on Jane self, deeper into sleep. Jane breathing went smooth.

  Beast slid to floor. No thump sounded. Silent hunter landing.

  Beast went to window. Put front paws on narrow ledge, standing high on back paws to see into dark with Beast’s night vision, looking into world of silvers and greens and grays. Looked out at hills and many trees with bright leaves, what Jane called mountain forest in autumn. Beast did not want to leave mountains. Was best time to hunt—female deer in heat, male deer stupid with rut and running fast, fat autumn moon making hunt effortless, cool wind so Beast could hunt for long time.

  But Jane had to leave mountains and go to place of salty water called New Orleans. Was Dark Queen need. Beast understood power in African lion pride or puma family clan or clowder of cats. Understood that Jane had to keep peace, hunt Jane enemies, swat and claw and nurse Jane clan, and do Jane things. Understood. Did not like.

  Beast tilted head. No light came from place where grapes rotted into pungent stench to make human wine. Was stupid thing to do, but Bruiser said that making wine was like Beast burying carcass in snow to eat later. Bruiser was not in wine-making place. Bruiser was not here.

  Beast dropped to floor. Sniffed pile of luggage on floor in corner. Was Dark Queen clothes for New Orleans. Jane had packed for big human-witch-vampire event in New Orleans, for Jodi to mate with Wrassler in what Jane called wedding. Jane had packed for fighting too. Much killing things, hunting things.

  But was dangerous for Jane to hunt and fight. Jane body was wrong. Had been wrong since Jane and Beast swam back through the rift. Was not sickness Jane called cancer anymore, but shifting was not always in Beast’s or Jane’s control. Shifting hurt Jane more sometimes. Other times did not hurt Jane at all. Did not know why. Was bad to not know. To not always control. And Jane body was too skinny, like young cat, needing more food than she could take in. Beast chuffed sadness. Padded out of room, pawpawpaw. Soft. Quiet. Down stairs in dark.

  Went to back door. Lights in vampire dens—cottages—were lit and bright. Beast heard Koun laugh. Was good sound. Koun was old. Older than Leo had been. Older than most vampires. Was powerful. But did not laugh often because had seen too many die, had lost much. Beast smelled Tex out in dark, watching over den. Was good smell. Clan-scent. Except for Tex-dogs-smell. Tex-dogs marked trees and left scat on top of ground. Was stupid. All dogs stupid. But Tex liked dogs and trained stupid dogs to do tricks, like sniff out enemies and bombs and track missing humans and vampires. Tex made stupid dogs smarter. Was strange.

  Beast padded to office. Smelled Alex at desk. Smelled much garlic and onion and stinky human pizza food. Smelled much coffee. Smelled gunpowder from Alex at gun-range. Smelled Brute—stinky wolf-scent—in room with Alex. Stinky human and stinky werewolf, Brute, spent much time together. Smelled strange lizard-with-wings-creature that Jane would not let Beast hunt and eat. Werewolf and large lizard Jane called Longfellow were asleep on big mattress in corner, lizard tail twined around Brute snout. TV over fireplace glowed and moved but had no sound.

  Beast stood in dark and watched. Waiting. Breathing scent of own breath into room.

  Brute nose twitched. Brute eyes opened. Brute leaped to feet and growled.

  Beast chuffed. Padded into office.

  Alex did not look at Beast. Said, “Are you playing games with Brute again? ’Cause you know the rules. All fights, even mock fights, go outside.”

  Beast chuffed. Padded to Alex. Put paw on table.

  “You swat my hardware and tablets to the floor,” Alex said, much patience in voice, “I’ll swat your nose.” Alex held up rolled papers. Still did not look at Beast. Was like cat action.

  Beast liked Alex. Beast chuffed. Sat. Paw still on desk.

  Alex said, “Okay. Am I talking to Jane?”

  Beast moved head side to side as humans did. Felt stupid on Beast body.

  “You want something?”

  Beast dropped muzzle in nod as humans do.

  “Do you want to know where Bruiser and Eli are?”

  Beast nodded.

  “Out hunting with Lincoln Shaddock. They heard about a small nest of vamps who might be building a food herd of unwilling humans. Could be Legolas’s heir, or his secondo heir, and his followers, or it could be another group they haven’t swept up yet. It’s just a reconnoiter, not a battle.”

  Did not wake Jane. Jane would be angry. Beast was angry too. Beast growled.

  “Jane was exhausted. They thought she might sleep all night for once, so they went without her. Their right as Jane’s Consort and her second.”

  Beast snorted and shook head no. Felt anger for Jane. Jane’s place in clan stolen by males. Jane would want to be at fight.

  “The team doesn’t need Jane’s help. They’ll either kill the vamps, or Bruiser will take them over and give them to Shaddock.”

  Beast snorted. Did not sound like re-con-o-i-ter. Sounded like battle. Pressed claws into Jane spirit and Jane part of brain. Jane came awake. Beast told Jane where mate and brother had gone.

  Jane cursed in human thoughts. This isn’t the first time they left us at home to twiddle our thumbs. Or paw pads. I’m healed. Jane looked at paw on table desk. Except for this pesky shape-changing thing. And they’re still treating us like I’m dying.

  Beast thought, Teach males cat lesson?

  I don’t know. What do you have in mind? Jane-thought sounded suspicious.

  Beast is alpha. Beast will teach cat lesson. Beast held Jane down, pricking Jane thoughts with claws. Padded to kitchen. To cold-place, what Eli called com-mer-cial fridge. Slid paw under handle and pulled. Door opened.

  Do not, Jane warned.

  Beast chuffed.

  Back door opened. Beast whirled, holding cold-place door open with haunch. Snarled at door.

  Koun stood in open door. Cool hunting air blew in. Koun was good-smelling vampire. Smelled of woods and winter wind. Had strange pelt-skin, pale and black and blue, what Jane called Celtic tattoos. Was most beautiful vampire with much magic. Strong magic danced from him across Beast pelt like sleet in air.

  “And what are you doing, little cat?”

  Beast chuffed, showing killing-teeth. Am not little cat. Am Big-Cat.

  “Are you going to wreak havoc and release the hounds of war?”

  Jane tried to speak to Beast. Beast shoved harder with claws. Jane made mouse squeak of pain. Beast turned back to cold-place and sniffed raw cow meat inside plastic. Grabbed meat and pulled onto floor. Landed with thud. Beast pulled meat to middle of kitchen, dragging same way Beast pulled dead deer. Cold-place door closed.

  Beast stared at Koun, holding Koun in place with hunter-killer eyes. Ripped plastic with killing teeth. Water-blood spilled everywhere.

  Koun chuckled softly, his magic tickling across Beast pelt. “You are making a mess on purpose, aren’t you? You are angry with . . . Ahhh. They went vampire hunting without you. And they didn’t even tell you.”

  Beast growled low, showed killing teeth again, eyes still on Koun. Sat with cow meat between claws. Ripped cover off meat and spat to floor. Tore meat off. Ate. Swallowed. Ate chunks. Water-blood ran across floor.

  “So, the kitchen is a lesson for Eli. What are you going to do to George? Hack up a hairball onto his pillow?”

  Beast chuffed. Ate more meat. Belly was full. Dead cow meat was gone.

  “Tell me, Vengeful Cat. Would you like to join the vampire hunters? The Chief Strategist of Clan Yellowrock would be happy to follow you into battle.”

  Beast ear tabs perked high. Venge-ful Cat. Was good name. Beast nodded as human does.

  “Do you go in cat form, or do you shift into Jane?”

  Most vampires and humans in Winter Court of the Dark Queen did not know the I/we of Beast was not always Jane. Most did not know how to talk to not-human-forms. Koun knew how to talk but did
not always act with knowledge. Koun asked two questions at one time. Could only ask one. Beast waited. Stared at Koun.

  Koun pursed lips, thinking. “Do you hunt vampires in cat form?”

  Beast licked paws and muzzle free of blood, rough tongue getting all blood and meat-bits from paws and toes and off pelt. Shook head no.

  “Shift then. I’ll weapon up.” Koun turned and left kitchen, closing door softly.

  Beast looked at office area. Met Brute eyes, blue as sun on ice. Brute shook head and went back to big mattress in office corner. Turned three times and curled into ball with lizard. Beast raced up stairs and into sleeping room. Went to place where Bruiser kept clothes. Nosed open door. Found Bruiser best shoes for dancing. Carried one to empty room and hid in empty closet. Could bite holes in dead-cow-skin-shoes with killing teeth, but did not want to make Bruiser sigh. Hiding shoe was enough. Chuffed. Padded back to bedroom, to bathroom, and leaped into place where humans lay in hot water. Was cold on Beast belly. Took claws off of Jane.

  What the heck are you doing? Jane shouted at Beast.

  Beast reached into Jane skinwalker magics and thought about Jane half-form. Did not know what would happen when shifted. Did not know what form I/we would be. Most of Jane people did not know of Jane shifting problems. Some knew secret. Beast liked secrets. All cats liked secrets.

  Silver mist rose, shot through with dark motes of skinwalker power. Let muscles go limp on cold white tub. Pelt shivered hard as magics rose. Pain quivered through Beast. Painpainpain . . .

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  I don’t cuss out loud. Mostly never. But if anything in life deserved cussing, shifting deserved cussing. There were times when shifting was painless, but it didn’t happen often. I figured that was because I learned to shift by trial and error instead of over years with a teacher. This time the pain was so bad that when the shift ended, my lungs were stuck in the exhale position.

  Panic clawed at me, and I fought through the pain, forcing my lungs to expand. Air whooshed in with a sucking judder. I gasped in several breaths.

  “Dang cat,” I wheezed. “This tub is freaking cold!”

  Inside me, Beast whistled with laughter. Which was a new sound. I had a feeling it portended nothing but trouble.