The Nightmare (The Mist Book 2)

I’d never thought the day would come when hunting would feel so lackluster. With too few high-level Beasts in the vicinity, I easily mowed through the Sparks and other creatures roaming around. To think that, just a month ago, some of the ones I’d defeated today would have required some effort and strategy.

I was buzzing with an insane amount of power. A single blow with my tendrils could all but split one of my prey in two. Between the convicts, the Transient Nightmares, and feeding daily from my woman’s emotions, especially during our lovemaking, my power had grown by leaps and bounds.

Naima had been right to fear I’d grow addicted to hunting humans—or at least highly sentient beings. These helpless Mist Creatures presented no challenge. That didn’t stop me from gulping down everything I could get my claws on. Despite the boredom of the chore, I felt happy: an emotion I’d never thought would ever be associated with me.

Throughout the years spent preparing myself to cross over, I’d imagined a million ways my physical reunion with my creator would go down. After their unexpected offer of joining the Fourth Division, I’d been uncertain if I’d managed to adapt to their world, their rules, and their expectations. In truth, after the battle with Tobin, I’d fallen into a terribly dark place unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The certainty that I’d soon lose my mate had been eating me from the inside out. I’d even started thinking of ways to convince Naima to leave the Mortal Plane and just come live with me in the Mist. But she never would have agreed.