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The gripping, epic finale to the bestselling Otherworld series
A war is brewing and the first battle has already been waged. After rescuing her half brother from supernatural medical testing, Savannah Levine—a young witch of remarkable power and a dangerous pedigree—is battered, but still standing. The Supernatural Liberation Movement took him hostage, and they have a maniacal plan to expose the supernatural world to the unknowing.
Savannah is fighting to save her world as witches, werewolves, necromancers, vampires, half-demons, and all the forces of good and evil—including the genetically modified werewolves known as hell hounds—enter the fray. Uniting Savannah with Adam, Elena, Clay, Paige, Lucas, Jaime, Hope, and other denizens of the Otherworld, Thirteen is a thrilling conclusion to this blockbuster series.
Paige could cover you, but …” “If they have to cover me, they might as well take in someone more useful. Like you or Clay.” “Hey, no, I never said—” “But it’s true. You and Clay have unique talents. Right now, Paige and Lucas are the better spellcasters. I wouldn’t bring anything new to the table.” He shook his head. “You said you wanted to let Aratron play this out, but I think we need to try summoning him. Get your powers back.” We jogged past the base. Tactical officers stood in
my hiding place, shifting my weight to the back of my foot pads to muffle the sound of my nails. Soon I am only a few feet behind him. I can smell his aftershave, almost masking the natural scent of a long day’s work. I can see his white socks appearing and disappearing between his shoes and pant legs. I can hear his breathing, the slight elevation in tempo betraying the fact that he’s walking faster than usual. I ease forward, coming close enough that I could lunge if I want to and knock him to
me, but I felt like I was ten again, when we’d been walking back from dinner, and a group of supernatural thugs stepped into our path. She’d been right to send me away then. But I wasn’t ten now and even with my sporadic spells, I could fight. Hadn’t I just proven that? “We can take them,” I whispered. “Two are already injured.” The children shuffled forward. “Stay where you are!” Mom said, her sword cutting through the air. The children hissed and snarled, but their gazes followed the sword,
entries. Two were in the business of providing basic services for fellow supernaturals. “This guy’s a doctor.” Toby pointed to a name on the list I was writing. “Charges more than a frigging private clinic, but he’s good. Discreet, too. So’s she.” He pointed to the only woman’s name on the list. Amanda Griffin. “What’s she do?” “Hooker. For guys who don’t want to worry about hiding their powers. Amanda’s a real sweetie. Says most supernaturals want to do more talking then screwing. They just
a facility where they brainwash them.” Not exactly … “We need to find that facility,” she said. “We’ve located an office they’re using for local recruitment, but it’s not the laboratory.” “So they do have an office in New Orleans,” Mom said. “That’s what our friends said. It’s on Gray Street, isn’t it?” She shook her head. “McNally. But that’s just for training. We need the lab. We’re getting close, though. In the meantime, we managed to get one of our people to replace the drug courier. He