A Blood-Like Rain (All the Hounds of Hell #2)
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Chapter 6 The Colour of Frozen Raspberries img
Chapter 7 The Path That Was Laid For Me img
Chapter 8 Into the Abyss of the Unknown img
Chapter 9 The Wilder Elements of Our Kin img
Chapter 10 All The Way to Your Soul img
Chapter 11 Some Would Call Me a Bit of a Troublemaker img
Chapter 12 Taking Things the Wrong Way img
Chapter 13 Not What I Intended img
Chapter 14 I Could Be a Freaking Detective img
Chapter 15 I'm Clearly Not an Expert img
Chapter 16 Plenty of Tempting Things are Poisonous img
Chapter 17 What Is to Come img
Chapter 18 The Land of This Forefathers img
Chapter 19 I Am From Nowhere img
Chapter 20 Blacker Than Black img
Chapter 21 The Greatest Gift And the Worst Curse img
Chapter 22 things I Had to Understand img
Chapter 23 Resigned to the End of Everything img
Chapter 24 In Absolute Darkness img
Chapter 25 Practice Makes Perfect img
Chapter 26 Wouldn't That Be Inappropriate img
Chapter 27 Line of Fire img
Chapter 28 Everything In the Right Place img
Chapter 29 The End of Something img
Chapter 30 This Must Happen img
Chapter 31 I Have a Point to Make img
Chapter 32 Fight Me img
Chapter 33 All That Could Be And All That Could Have Been img
Chapter 34 Behind Me img
Chapter 35 The Implication of Any of This img
Chapter 36 You Can Gain Nothing If You Don't Risk Anything img
Chapter 37 Because of Me img
Chapter 38 Something Was Wrong img
Chapter 39 I Won't Be Sorry to See It Burn img
Chapter 40 One Long Ass Shower img
Chapter 41 What Has This Asshole Werewolf Gotten Me Into img
Chapter 42 I Will Take All Fire Power I Can Get img
Chapter 43 I'm a Stubborn Motherfucker img
Chapter 44 Our Home img
Chapter 45 An Idea Had Just Been Planted img
Chapter 46 Turmoil And Sadness img
Chapter 47 No Weapon Is As Strong As Information img
Chapter 48 What Has to be Done Will be Done img
Chapter 49 What Was to Come img
Chapter 50 Are You Asking For Help img
Chapter 51 Time Changes img
Chapter 52 Everything Else That Could Happen img
Chapter 53 At a Crossroad img
Chapter 54 Those Things Keep Sneaking Up On Me img
Chapter 55 Do Enlighten Me img
Chapter 56 Her Nature Versus Yours img
Chapter 57 No Matter the Difficulties, No Matter the Pain img
Chapter 58 Part of the Pack img
Chapter 59 Everything Faded img
Chapter 60 A Terrified Child img
Chapter 61 Not On My Watch img
Chapter 62 There Will Be Blood img
Chapter 63 All That Really Matters img
Chapter 64 Not Part of the Ritual img
Chapter 65 She Can Do Miracles img
Chapter 66 Words Have Power img
Chapter 67 Are You rally About to Do This Now img
Chapter 68 An Alarm img
Chapter 69 All Hell Broke Loose img
Chapter 70 We'll Do What We Can img
Chapter 71 About to Unleash All the Hounds of Hell img
Chapter 72 Hell Has Devoured Me img
Chapter 73 This Was Monster Business img
Chapter 74 How Dangerous My Husband Can Be img
Chapter 75 Fighting Back img
Chapter 76 The Heavy Artillery img
Chapter 77 So Close, Yet So Far img
Chapter 78 Under All the Blood img
Chapter 79 The Accord img
Chapter 80 The Beginning img
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A Blood-Like Rain (All the Hounds of Hell #2)

Lyv Aiken
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Chapter 1 The Minimum Amount of Efforts

- Kaden -

I was sitting on the stone wall that surrounded the barracks with Sam, drinking beer and trying to stay away from the office for a while.

The day was beautiful. The sun was bright, but there were enough clouds to diffuse its intensity without darkening the sky. It was warm, but not too humid, and the breeze made training more comfortable.

We were a little far, but we could see the men training a little further. They were doing hand-to-hand, and with them were Darren and Eva.

I hadn't had time to check on them much in the last few weeks.

Darren was covered in dirt from head to toe for all the times he'd been thrown on the ground. Eva was dressed as if she'd chosen her workout outfit for a photo shoot. Can't say she didn't look great, but I'm not too sure she got the gist of practicality. She was also a lot cleaner. I've a feeling people are a lot less comfortable with throwing her down as much, but she wasn't as clean as she'd been when she started, and her hair was fraying out of her ponytail.

She may not have all the grace of a seasoned warrior, but she did make out for it with enthusiasm. She looked like she was having a great time.

"You watched their training some?" I asked Sam.

He took a pull from his beer.

"Some, " he said. The wall was high enough for our feet to dangle above the ground.

Darren was getting his ass kicked by Anders. He didn't land that many punches, but when they did land, Anders was pushed back a meter or so by the sheer force of it. Eva was clapping in the back and behaving like his personal cheerleader.

"He's not the greatest warrior I've ever seen. He lacks technique. But he had some ground work done, so he's not starting from nothing. He's no match for our bests, though, but when he hits... Damn man, blood does make a difference. I could train all my life and never land one like that."

"You've trained all your life, dumbass, " I told him.

"I know I'm good. But I'll never have that potential, " he said thoughtfully. "I can pile on as much muscle as I want, it'll still be not enough to match that."

"More muscles? You nearly have to walk sideways through doorways, " I mocked.

"Yeah, you're right. I should train more, " he said matter-of-factly.

I punched his shoulder.

"Oooowww..." he wheezed. It wasn't that hard. I gave him a look, he just drank more beer.

"They're really motivated, " I noted about my sister and her mate.

"They are, " Sam acknowledged. "It will take a while before they're battle-ready though, especially her. But him? Give him two to five years and he's gonna be real solid. Might take her more, five, maybe ten, but she's not from weak stock so ... who knows?"

"I don't think their goal is the battlefield, just to be ready if anything happens, " I noted.

"Not a bad goal."

"No."

I thought some more.

"She has changed. A lot, " I said.

"Because of him?"

"Maybe some. She used to be just a spoiled princess. Took me a while just to make her focus her energy a bit more, make her care about more than her social life. She was just starting to be competent at work when he came into the picture. But now she's studying. I mean, man, she's never applied herself at anything. She had the necessary grades to pass at school and that was all she wanted. It was like that about everything. She'd just put in the minimum amount of effort required. Now she's learning a new language and actually studying. She said she wants to study secretarial something or other." I shook my head. "She's training, not impressive, but she's making actual efforts. Last week she was reading our last census and making notes. She gets herself involved in his work and has asked Marie for more." I took a long sip. "I thought she might not want to do more travelling to other packs, considering what happened last time, but she's been studying other supernaturals and has mentioned to me emissary work a few times. I think talking to one who did that kind of job resonated with her. She's involved. She's dragging our sisters in too." I watched her a little incredulously. "Last week, I heard her give lectures to our sisters about getting their shit together."

"She's getting older too, " Sam said. "She's barely out of teen. She's learning how to be an adult. Maybe he's a good influence on her."

"Maybe, " I said. "First time I saw him, he kinda looked like a lost puppy. Like some kind of arrow that as been shot but had no target, just going in circles, going nowhere."

"He looks focused now."

"Yeah. I think she aimed him right. She gave him a direction."

"Not a bad thing."

"No."

"I guess that's why they're mates. They look like a good match."

We watched Darren make a stupidly wasteful move, he got hit, obviously, but he took the hit well and it got him close enough to give a hit of his own. It knocked the wind out of Anders, knocking him on his ass. It was a risky move, take a hit to win one. Generally you don't do that unless desperate, but he was getting winded and probably realized that if it went on he'd get worse and wouldn't get back on top. He was rushing things a little too much, but the gamble paid off. And Sam was right, when he made a hit, he made it worth it.

He was panting some, while Anders was trying to get his breath back. Eva just rushed to him and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her mouth on his. Within two or three seconds things got heated and some guys pushed them out of the way, nagging at them. Darren just moved away with her wrapped around him like a koala. I've no idea how he could see where he was going but he didn't hit anything and they disappeared through the door that led to the changing room.

"How's been your health lately?" Sam asked.

"Could be better." I drank. Sam was one of the rare ones who knew. Also one of the rare people whom I talked to.

"How bad?" he asked. We were looking at the other warrior tumbling on the ground practicing grappling.

"Getting worse, " I answered.

"Attacks?"

"Some, " I conceded.

"Heart?"

"I don't know. I've woke up unable to breathe. I mean nothing was working, I wasn't ever trying to breathe. I couldn't even feel my heartbeat. I was just there paralysed, like I was dead, my head just didn't know it yet."

"Man, that sound not good. Could it be sleep paralysis?"

"Maybe. Not sure. But I don't think so."

"But you started breathing again."

"After a while. I don't think it as lasted more than a minute so far."

"You mean it happened more than once?" He turned his head to look at me.

"Yeah. It was rare at first, but now it's nearly once a month." I ignored his stare. I watched the men some more. After a while Sam returned his gaze to the field. We drank more beer in silence.

After a while my sister left the building riding on Darren's back, they were both smiling. They looked like teenagers. He walked on the grass until he reached the dirt path going in Blakeden's direction. She noticed me before they went out of sight. She rose one hand and waved it frantically side to side, smiling at me. Her other arm was around Darren's neck, her legs on either side of his waist. I gave her a single wave.

It reminded me of seeing her on dad's shoulders, doing exactly the same thing, in pigtails and eating ice cream that kept melting down and splatting on the top of his head.

"Kids grow so fast, " I said.

"Wait to have some. From what I heard, it's worse when it's your own."

I shrugged.

"You're ever gonna get some?" I asked him.

"Don't think I have the kind of life for that, " he said.

"Because you just sleep around?"

"Mostly."

"Ever thought of settling?"

"Some, " he said. "Ever thought of settling?" he asked me back.

"Some, " I admitted.

"It's not so bad."

"Don't it just, I don't know, feels empty at times?"

"I thought you and Ylva were getting serious."

"No, " I said. "Ylva is not the serious type."

"Which is why you chose her."

"In part."

"If it feels empty, then why not try anything else."

I shrugged.

"So you're just gonna wait for her?"

"It's not exactly that I'm waiting, " I corrected him.

"But you're gonna be serious with her or when you've gotten her out of the way."

I shrugged again.

"Ever thought your mate does this willingly to you?"

"You mean like a curse?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"I thought about it. I took measures, talked to a wizard. No one found anything."

"So it's not it."

"If it is, it hasn't left any trace that we found."

"What will you do if it is?" he asked me.

I gave him a murderous glare.

"Of course, " he acknowledged. "You have any other idea what is happening then?"

"A million, but anytime I research it, nothing fits. My father has taken it upon himself to do research too."

"He found anything?"

"He's calling me twice a week to ask more questions, trying to see if anything fits with what he found. Nothing simple as worked."

"What about what's not simple?"

"Then anything goes, man."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"I mean, someone can make a deal with a god, or reach from the beyond, or use ancient magic from another dimension. At this point, there's a bajillion ways to do it, but nothing like that can occur without some serious cost. It's highly improbable for someone to go to such length. The prices for such things can range from one's own soul, or sanity, or eternal enslavemen-."

"So it would mean, some major ass grudge."

"If it's an attack, then yes, " I concluded

"You don't think it's an attack."

"You think I did things to warrant such spite at thirteen?"

He thought about it. "What if the grudge is about your father and not you?"

"It's possible, " I admitted. "My father and I considered it?"

"But you don't think that's it?" he said looking at my face.

"It behaves like a mate bond."

"What if they used the bond? What if they took her and are using her against you?"

"Also a possibility."

"You don't think that's it?"

"I don't know if that's it, " I corrected him.

"What if that's it?"

"Then what can I do? I can't freaking find her. I've tried everything I could think of. I've nothing to track her with."

"What about magic?"

"I'd still need something to create the link with her. I have nothing."

"What about you, can't you be the thing that links the two of you?"

"Nope, not without at least marking one another. A link must be established first so that I could use it."

"This is frustrating, " he said out of options to suggest.

You don't say, I thought sarcastically. I turned my head slowly to glare at him.

He eyed me sideways and drank more beer. He realized it might not be a good idea to keep pushing.

After a few minutes he asked, "Could she be dead? Like haunting you? That's why you feel her, but don't see her?"

"I thought about it, but Ylva saw nothing immaterial hanging around, " I said. "Or at least anything like that. She found a few angry ghost but got rid of them, " I corrected myself.

"Angry ghosts?" he asked.

"People I killed, " I explained.

"So Ylva can exorcise ghosts?"

"No. But Valkyries delve half in the realm of the living and half in the realm of the dead."

"Kinda like reapers for warriors?" he thought aloud.

"In a way, " I conceded.

He froze for a second thinking frantically.

I turned to him inquisitively.

"Ylva can sense death right?" he asked me finally.

"Not really."

"I mean, I saw her twice get real interested in a guy, like her eyes focused real hard, and then not much later, he was dead."

"Valkyries carry the souls of dead warriors to the hereafter, so when one is about to fall, sometimes she sense it coming, but it's not the same as sensing death."

"But she knows when someone is about to die."

"Warriors, " I corrected.

"But you're a warrior, you qualify, but she's not sensing your death. She would have said something."

"Where are you going with this?" I asked.

"So maybe you don't die. Maybe you find her."

"Or maybe I don't die on a battlefield, " I said.

"Do you have to die on a battlefield?"

"To qualify for a Valkyrie soul extraction, yes. Besides, I don't worship Odin. There's a lot of this that could come into account. And Ylva don't always notice deaths."

"So she's not always taking care of souls of warriors?"

"She's never doing that. She can sense some but she's no Valkyrie, just part Valkyrie. And not such a big part."

"How much?"

"It was her grandma, " I said.

"Her father was a werewolf, right?"

"Yes."

"What about the other? What about her granddad?"

"Man, don't ever tell her I told you. She hates people knowing."

He nodded.

"Human."

"It sounded like you were about to say something horrifying. Anti-climatic much, " he complained.

"It's horrifying to her."

"Why?"

"Because she sees it as a weakness."

He shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not."

"Exactly. But not to her, " I told him.

"She's more than strong enough. Don't see why it bothers her."

"I'm not sure it's about her as much as something deeper. I don't know what, but she's uncomfortable about her lineage."

"But not about being part Valkyrie?"

"I think it's different. She's mentioned a few times that Valkyries don't make the greatest mothers-."

"But her grandma decided to make a family with a mortal, " he mused.

"No. She fought with a warrior and got freaky afterward. No babies were to be involved."

"Oh."

We emptied our beers.

"I guess I should stop avoiding work." I said jumping off the wall.

"Yeah, what if the boss found out?" he teased, but stayed on the wall.

I grabbed his leg and gave one quick pull. He went vertical for a second and landed on his back in front of the wall.

"Remind me to never pick a fight with you, " he said wheezing. I walked away.

He eventually dusted himself off, cursing, then went back to work.

            
            

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