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powers didn’t extend to making them look more like relatives. Though the Watcher hadn’t managed it the last time, either; when she’d taken the form of Bliss’s sister Jordan, everyone always remarked they didn’t look like sisters. Bliss herself was tall and rangy, with long, thick hair that fell in russet waves down her back. She’d even been a model once, back in New York, in another life. A life that had probably ended with the bonding she’d just left. When would she see her friends again? she lamented, thinking of Schuyler, Jack, and Oliver. She missed them so much already.
    As Bliss wandered up and down the sidewalk outside the airport, her hand slipped under her shirt, and her fingers traced the long, ugly scar in the middle of her chest, a rumpled ridge of skin, bumpy and coarse. She tried not to pick at it, since it just made it worse when she did, but it was hard to stop.
    The scar was a reminder of the girl she had been, dark history marked on her pale flesh. Lucifer’s daughter. Devilspawn. Silver Blood: a corrupted vampire who fed on the souls of its own kind. A Dark Angel cursed to live the rest of her immortal life on earth, reincarnated through the cycles to perform her father’s bidding. The Dark Prince had been using her as a way to seek revenge on his enemies, to wreak havoc and terror.
    In the endshe had managed to fight him and regain control of herself, her body, her memories. There was some cold comfort in knowing that it was all behind her, that there was nothing left of her father’s malice except for a faded purple gash where she had plunged a knife into her own body rather than murder another innocent victim. Bliss had been ready to face death, ready to make the ultimate sacrifice. But she’d been blessed with another chance, a new life, a new way forward to redeem the past and forge a new identity.
    But now that she was no longer Senator Llewellyn’s eldest daughter, no longer a student at Duchesne, no longer a cheerleader from Texas, she didn’t know who she was supposed to be. Was she still immortal? Her mother, Allegra Van Alen, had told her that she was human now, and that her true name was Lupus Theliel. Wolfsbane. But Allegra hadn’t told her what it meant. She’d only told her to find the wolves.
They are demon fighters and we will need them in the final battle with the Silver Bloods
, she’d said.
Tame them. Bring them back to the fold.
She hadn’t said anything else—not where to start, not where to go, nothing at all about how this task was to be accomplished. Bliss had managed to put it out of her mind so she could enjoy her friends’ bonding, but now that she was home, she needed to get to work.
    Finally, AuntJane pulled up to the curb. “Hop in,” she said. “We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.” Bliss thought about how much her friends would make fun of her if they could see her with this woman in this car.
    “Where are we headed?” Bliss asked. Before she’d left for Italy, they had been investigating a case in Chicago, but Jane had told her to take a return flight directly to Ohio instead.
    “Cleveland area.”
    “Hellhounds in Cleveland?” Bliss said, smirking a little.
    “Maybe,” Jane sighed. “Allegra must know something I do not if she thinks you can bring them back to our side. Hellhounds are uncontrollable, violent, and vicious, creatures of shadow. This is a dangerous proposition she has laid on your shoulders. We will have to exercise utmost care.”
    “But Allegra said they stood with the Blue Bloods once … that they’ve just been estranged,” Bliss said.
    Jane explained. “The hellhounds are Lucifer’s Dogs. When the Dark Prince was known on earth as Emperor Caligula, they were his guards, the best soldiers in the vast Roman army. But the hounds turned tail, betraying their master to stand with the Blue Bloods during the Crisis in Rome, helping Michael to send the demon king back to the underworld. They disappeared soon after.