Today, you’ll get to meet the man in charge, Captain Kol Jaecar. I’ve stared at the screen for a while now, trying to figure out what I can and cannot write. I’ve already written Mind Scrambler, which is the sequel to Soul Eater, and there Jaecar is one of the main characters. In this story, we don’t know what’s going on behind the facade, though.
He is Thaddeus’ boss, and he is the only one who can control Ric. Little by little, he realises he’s underestimated Thad and Elora and that he can’t solve the case without their input.
Sandy grew cold, as if someone gulped down everything that kept him warm, in deep swallows. One moment, he was fine, the next, ice clogged his veins. With one last gulp, Sandy lost his shape. He could sense part of himself being sucked into Thaddeus right before Ric was shoved off him by invisible hands and held there. He struggled in the hold, growling, and snarling, blood smeared over his half-shifted face.
Sandy sank down on the floor next to Thaddeus. Blood seeped steadily from Thaddeus’ shoulder, but he’d managed to keep Ric from his throat. He was pale and the scent of panic was almost as strong as that of the blood.
“What the fuck, Ric?” Sandy didn’t remember moving. One second he was by Thaddeus’ side, the next he was snarling in Ric’s face. “Have you lost your mind?” It wasn’t until Sandy raised his hand he noticed he was see-through, hardly holding his shape at all. What the fuck? “Thaddeus, what’s happening?” He didn’t look away from his arm.
“Sorry…had to… borrow… power.”
Sandy looked over his shoulder at Thaddeus. He was paler than before, his face drawn, and the blood kept seeping out of him. Why wasn’t he healing?
The cat man—Jaecar? Leo?—cleared his throat. “What’s going on?”
“Calm down!” Sandy hadn’t meant to roar at him, but he was…see-through, Thaddeus was hurt, and Ric wasn’t acknowledging him. It was too much to handle all at once.
Cold pierced his soul as the captain stepped right through him. Sandy moved away, his lips clamped shut so he wouldn’t whimper at the sensation. Ric calmed as the captain’s eyes turned yellow and massive canines moved closer to Ric’s neck.
Jaguar? Sandy wasn’t sure, but he believed… maybe… Thaddeus’ boss was a jaguar. Shit. You did not mess with a jaguar.
Sandy increased the distance a little more.
Ric stopped struggling and the captain turned to Thaddeus. “You can release him now.”
Thaddeus struggled to sit up. “I think not. I’m not done talking.”
The blood didn’t stop. Why didn’t it stop? Why didn’t he heal?
“Do you need to go to the hospital?” The captain frowned at Thaddeus.
“Ah… eh… I don’t know.” Thaddeus looked at himself and winced. “Maybe it can wait?”
“It can’t wait!” Sandy might want him dead, but he didn’t want him to…die.
“Easy.” Thaddeus held up a hand to him.
“Who are you talking to?”
Sandy snarled at the other shifter who was walking closer to Thaddeus. Was it Leo or Jaecar? There were too many names spinning around in his head.
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Thad flinched when Sandulf turned toward Leo, looking ready to attack. “Stop it!”
Leo gave him a wide-eyed look and held up his hands. “I wasn’t gonna attack.”
“No, I know, but… Can everyone calm down?” He sent a pleading look at Elora despite knowing she couldn’t do a thing to help the situation. “Everyone, have a seat.”
Jaecar flashed teeth at him, but he was too tired to care, which should have given him pause.
“You’re ordering me around?” Yellow crept into Jaecar’s eyes and Thad sighed. Fucking shifters. They always had their posturing going on and it was getting tiresome.
“Look. Jaecar.” He got to his feet, hissing as the room spun around him. Shit, there wasn’t a part of him that didn’t hurt. Elora grabbed his elbow and Sandy snarled.
“Maybe I should see a doctor.” He hadn’t noticed how mangled his shoulder was, and his right hand didn’t respond when he tried raising it. Shit, he couldn’t be on sick leave now.
“I think it would be for the best since you aren’t healing.” Jaecar nodded.
“I’m not a shifter. I don’t heal like you guys do. But, before I go, I did something bad and it might mess things up for us.”
“Bad how?” Jaecar crossed his arms over his chest.
Detective Thaddeus Ezax is in over his head. He’s the only wizard in Rockshade’s Paranormal Investigations Department, and it was his name that got him the job. The Ezaxs are known as some of the most powerful wizards in the world, but Thaddeus isn’t your average Ezaxs. Is it any wonder his family shuns him?
When a kidnapping case is dropped into his lap, Thaddeus must act fast. While most five-year-olds can cast a location spell, Thaddeus can’t and is forced to get creative. When he finds himself in possession of a black market werewolf skull with a ghost trapped inside, accidentally releases the spirit, and somehow forms a connection with it, things get even crazier.
Sandulf Hunter doesn’t remember dying, but he remembers the last thing he saw before everything went black—a wizard. All wizards must die! The only problem is, the wizard standing next to him smells too damned good, so good Sandy thinks he might have to keep him.
And since wherever Thaddeus goes, Sandulf finds himself yanked along, he might not have a choice in the matter anyway.