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The exciting conclusion to the Valkyrie Bestiary Series!

Kyra has been charged with a sacred duty—to wipe every filthy, blood-sucking vampire off the face of Terra’s earth. Starting a war with the vamps means she needs help, but her allies are scattered and squabbling amongst themselves. 

When the vampires attack Montreal and Kyra’s family is threatened, she has no choice but to start the fight that will change their lives and the very shape of their worlds forever.

Content Warning: click here for trigger warnings and heat levels.

“It’s Saturday and the sun isn’t even up yet. Why are you?” I asked Raven.

“I just thought I could, you know, help with chores. Get them done faster.” He took a bite of a toast and tossed the crust at Princess who snapped it out of the air like a croc snatching a bird. 

I squinted at Raven. He gazed at me with innocent eyes. 

Something was going on here. Raven never volunteered for chores.

“You promised him some driving time today,” Gita said. Her voice was raspy. 

Of course. Raven would turn sixteen in March. He’d just earned his learner’s permit and was eager to start driving. The gods were shaking the world, but teenagers were still teenagers. The thought actually gave me some bit of comfort. 

The world would go on.

“I’ll take you out after breakfast. But that means you have to help with the feedings, and…” 

Raven was already putting his coat on and disappearing out the back door with Princess jumping at his heels.

“…and clean the cages!” I called after him.

Gita sniffed. “I can feed the little ones. Been doing it for almost ten years, you know.”

“I know. But I want you to rest today. That…episode was scary last night.” The memory of Gita’s unending wail still brought shivers. She poured herself more tea and dumped in a good dollop of honey.

“Can you tell me what happened?” I asked softly.

“Grim called it a breaking.”

“That’s as good a description as any.” Gita sipped her tea and watched the sky lighten outside the window.

I prodded her. “You said it was a death but also a birth. How is that possible?” 

“Don’t know.” She sniffed. “I felt the land die. And I felt it reborn. At the same time.” Another longer sniffle. “It shouldn’t be possible, but there it is.” She laid her open hands on the table and stared at them as if the answers could be found in the wrinkles of her skin.

The death and birth of Earth. Could she mean Terra? I sighed. Of course it was about Terra. 

Critter wrangler rule #24: When the gods come knocking, don’t answer the door.