The Spiritwalker

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-4874-4277-4

Page :225

Word Count :69930

Publication Date :2024-12-20

Series : #

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Available Formats : The Spiritwalker (epub) , The Spiritwalker (mobi) , The Spiritwalker (pdf) , The Spiritwalker (prc)

Category : Paranormal Romance , Romance , What's New

Product Code: 978-1-4874-4277-4

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When your boss is a gorgeous vampire, a sexy werewolf is chasing you, and you’re bonded to a protective spirit wolf, what’s a girl meant to do?

Thana, the Spiritwalker of the Shadow district, and her bonded spirit wolf have eked out their place amongst the refuse of the broken city, but working for Ciar, the sexy vampire slumlord, isn’t always easy.

When the handsome werewolf she’s been dreaming of for weeks, Kage, is found broken and beaten, things start to fall apart around her.

Unsure of her feelings for the two men in her life, Thana escapes into the city to try to sort out her emotions and visit an old friend. But when her friend is murdered right in front of her eyes by the government’s hunters, Thana discovers a plot to eradicate all unnaturals.

Forced to flee, Thana returns to the slums and discovers it may already be too late to save her people. With her heart being pulled between love, loyalty, and a need to survive, Thana suspects there is a traitor in their midst and doesn’t know who she can trust.

Contains mature themes.

Waking from the same dream I had had for weeks now, I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. In my dream a man with hair as black as a raven’s wing and eyes the colour of midnight blue was reaching out his hand to me as he silently begged me to take it, while beneath him a pool of crimson blood congealed.

I didn’t know who the man was, but he scared and captivated me at the same time. There was something in his haunted eyes, an agony so deep it reached his soul, that resonated within me. I knew that pain—it came from sorrow and despair.

I wanted to help the man in my dream. I wanted to make him safe, but whenever I reached for him he would vanish into smoke and mist, which left me with a sense of emptiness and loss.

Sitting up I glanced around my dim room. Dull sunlight had crept through the thick curtains and stretched along the old wooden floorboards. I didn’t usually wake until twilight, no one in the slums did. We were the people of the night and shadows.

Zev shifted slightly. His massive body, like always, was stretched out over mine protectively while we slept. Reaching out a hand, I stroked his ghostly white fur.

He weighed as much as a feather at the moment, but if he wanted to, he could weigh as much as a car. I guess being a ghost wolf he could do almost anything he wanted.

Zev was my Spiritwalker, my protector and psychic channel into the spirit world. He stood as high as my waist, with a thick muscular body, and only people with the sight could see him. Anyone who did see him knew to stay clear of me.

There weren’t many with my kind of psychic abilities, and the ones there were usually had cats for some reason. Although there was one woman that I met who had a mouse as her Spiritwalker. I had no idea how a mouse would protect her, and it was rude to ask, so I never did find out.

Zev opened one sapphire blue eye and studied me for a moment before he stretched over me, climbed off the bed, and trotted off right through the closed door as if it weren’t there.

I climbed out of bed and pulled my white hair back into a ponytail. My hair was as white as Zev’s, and our eyes were the same sapphire blue. I was told when I was younger that our similarities were because we were so tightly bonded. I didn’t know what that meant back then, but now I do. I could see through Zev’s eyes if I needed to, but I didn’t usually do it because it took a lot of energy, and I couldn’t do it for more than a few seconds without needing a long nap afterward. However, it had helped get me out of more than one scrape over the years.

The best thing about having a giant wolf as my Spiritwalker was the fact no one with Sight ever wanted to share a bedroom with me. Not that I thought Ciar would ever make me share a room—he knew how protective Zev was, and he wouldn’t want one of his underlings to accidently roll over the wrong way in their sleep and end up with their aura ripped to pieces because Zev mistook their move as a threat.

Once an aura was harmed it could make someone sick, turn them into a mindless vegetable, or even kill them depending on how bad the damage was.

Rolling out of bed, I pulled on my black stretchy jeans and a black top with the symbol of a wolf on it. It was my uniform. Everyone who worked for Ciar wore the wolf symbol in some form.

Ciar, for lack of any better description, was the slumlord of the Shadow District. His district overlooked the only navigable cove on the slum side of the Plateau. There were two other harbours to the south, but they were heavily guarded by the government, and anything passing through there was scanned, taxed, and monitored by the officials. Which meant anything illegal that was being smuggled into the city by water would have to come through Ciar’s territory and was open for taxation.

The six other slumlords which included the vampires, the shapeshifters and clairvoyants, often complained about the taxation, but as Ciar once said to the clairvoyants, “You should have predicted the extra expenditure.”

I had almost burst out laughing at his comment but managed to stop myself. I’d been there as his protector at the time, and it wouldn’t have been diplomatic of me to openly laugh in their faces.

Opening my door, I stepped out onto the landing. Every curtain and shutter had been drawn tight against the daylight which made the entire house dark and gloomy.

“Thana?” I heard my name called from behind Ciar’s closed office door down the hall. Ciar never slept and had the hearing of a bat.

I wanted coffee, but instead I rolled my eyes and went to his office.

Ciar was sitting behind his desk with a stack of papers in front of him. He looked up from his work and pinned me with his dark brown eyes. I guessed he was about thirty, which made him seven or so years older than me. I always thought that his messily tousled blond hair looked out of place against his perfectly tailored black suits. I would have considered him handsome, with his strong broad shoulders and square jaw, if I didn’t know how ruthless he was.

I sank into one of the black leather chairs in front of his desk and waited.

Ciar looked me over carefully as if trying to see something. “No injuries, heart rate and temperature normal, and you don’t seem to be exhibiting any disturbance in your aura, so why are you awake in the middle of the day?” he asked in his smooth voice.

I hated the fact he was one quarter vampire. He could read my vitals just by looking at me, and if I blocked him, he would get annoyed and make me do extra shifts or the crap duties.