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darkness.
    As soon as Camdyn saw her he knew she was the one for him. She hadn’t batted an eye when he told her how the Celts of old had allowed the droughs to call up primeval gods locked in Hell. The strongest warriors in each family stepped forward and allowed those gods into their bodies, creating the first Warriors.
    It was those first Warriors who rid Britain of Rome. But it came at a price—the death of many Celts before the droughs and mies combined their magic to bind the gods inside the men since they couldn’t make the gods leave.
    The gods traveled through the bloodline of these warriors, waiting for a day when they could have control once again. Deirdre gave them that wish when she found the hidden scroll and learned the MacLeods held a god.
    Three brothers, in fact, shared one of the most powerful gods between them. Once Deirdre unbound their god, she set about finding the rest.
    Camdyn snorted, the claws of his god lengthening from his fingers as hatred rolled inside him. He drew in a long, deep breath until he had himself back under control and his claws had disappeared.
    Allison had believed every word of his tale, but even then it had taken Camdyn nearly five years before he allowed her to see what he changed into when he called up his god. The times before, he would make sure he was far from her and their cottage before he changed.
    Yet, not even his transition could make her cower in fear. Camdyn had rarely left her. He’d stayed by her side, living the life they had been granted.
    And when she began to age, he saw the sadness in her eyes.
    A shift in the air drew Camdyn’s gaze to the left and his thoughts to the present. He turned his head to find Arran watching him closely. Arran had already called up his god, and his white skin, claws, and eyes stood still in the darkness.
    Arran cocked his head to the side, a silent question.
    Camdyn gave a quick shake of his head before he looked back at the stones. They had come to make sure they were alone, because somewhere below the stones rested Deirdre’s twin sister, Laria.
    The answer to ending Deirdre’s life once and for all.
    Moments ticked by before a cloud of darkness began to dissipate and Lucan MacLeod stepped out and looked at each of them.
    “Well?” Fallon, the eldest MacLeod and leader of the Warriors at their castle, asked.
    Lucan lifted a brow. “I doona sense Deirdre or any of her wyrran.”
    Camdyn spat at the mention of the wyrran. They were Deirdre’s pets, created by her to be commanded only by her. They were small in stature, hairless and thin, but deadly with their talons on their hands and feet. Their yellow eyes were sinister looking, but it was their mouthful of teeth that their lips couldn’t fit over that made them truly ugly.
    “I agree,” Lucan muttered to Camdyn.
    Arran moved toward Lucan from his hiding place, the white skin of his god disappearing once more. “Has the ground been disturbed?”
    “Nay,” Camdyn answered. Since his power was to command the earth, he could also tell when it had been dislocated and how. “Nothing has touched the stones, especially inside the circle, in quite some time.”
    “Camdyn’s right,” Lucan said.
    Fallon crossed his arms over his thick chest as he looked at the stones. “The magic is heady here.”
    The other three nodded silently.
    Camdyn rubbed his hands together. “Finally, after two hundred and fifty years, I’m going to help end Deirdre.”
    “Six hundred and fifty,” Arran corrected with a grin. “Remember, we allowed the Druids to toss us into the future.”
    How could Camdyn keep forgetting he lost four centuries of his life? Not that he minded. He was getting used to this modern world fairly well, and with the aid of his god he’d learned to understand their language swiftly.
    “Aye,” Camdyn said.
    Lucan moved to stand by his brother Fallon. “Regardless, it’s about to end.”
    “It almost seems too good to be true,” Fallon said softly.
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