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“My cabin,” he said simply. “I got an alert that something had … happened.” His eyes flicked to the growing flames and back.

My sin burned my skin.

“And did you have anything to do with...what was going on in there?” I asked, incredulous that a god of all beings would have a run-down cabin in the woods.

He shrugged, and waved a hand lazily. “Humans will be humans. What they do to each other is beneath me. I’m more pissed off about what lay under the cabin.”

“They weren’t humans!” I protested. “They were–wait, under?”

He sneered. “The cabin was a marker, you idiot. My trinket lay below the cabin! Now I have to sift through all the rubble to find it, and if you’ve broken it–”

He stopped suddenly, head whipping around to stare at the trees. “Perfect timing. Good luck.”

He disappeared in front of my eyes, reappearing amidst the rubble of the cabin. But I didn’t have another moment to spare them, because someone was coming.

Many someones.

I heard them before I saw them—padding feet, fast and familiar. Fur brushing bark. Breath steaming in the cold air.

My heart sank into my feet. The goblin hissed, sensing it as well.

More werewolves.

“Lust.Lust.Please wake up.”

I knelt down and shook him, wiping his dark hair out of his eyes. His head lolled to the side. Where was Greed and Envy? Hell, even Sloth?

I stood again as the werewolves emerged from the tree line in formation, wary but determined.

No fucking way.

Could this day get any worse?

They weren’t just any werewolves. I knew them.

Xavier’s pack advanced toward me. One figure shifted as he stepped forward—dark-haired, scar across one eye, muscles thick with command: Kabe, Xavier’s Beta.

“H-Hazel?” he asked, confused. “What the fuck are you doing here? The wards said there were trespassers, but … “ His eyes swept over Lust’s form. “Is that a Sin?”

My mind came to a screeching halt.

They hadn’t tracked me here?

The wards said there were trespassers.

“You’re trafficking supernatural children,” I whispered. “That’s why Xavier was keeping track of things, that’s why he kept bringing back the flyers. What the fuck?” I demanded, my sin building and building until the pressure was so heavy I could barely breath.

Kabe advanced. “Easy, there. It’s a business. The kids aren’t hurt.” He shrugged, unconcerned.

“Back off,” I snapped, ready to murder all of them where they stood.

“Hey now, you want to call the kettle black? You killed Xavier, didn’t you?” The pack leader’s voice was low, dangerous. “He’d been railing about finding you the last time he left camp. But there’s no blood trail, no scent, no corpse. So where is he?”

The wolves behind him growled and pawed at the dirt.

I grinned viciously. “And how would I know? I’m just a girl.”

Kabe snarled, but sniffed the air around me tentatively.