What Fools These Immortals Be (The Wild Hunt #1)

I serve the Wild Hunt. I work alone. And neither of those things is going to change.

Serving the Wild Hunt has made up the majority of my undead life, and I have never before felt the urge to truly disobey one of the Huntsman’s orders. But when he comes to me, commanding me to watch over London’s vampire crai, I find myself strangely resistant to his plan.

This crai is overwhelmed and overworked and not at all the kind of vampire I want to get to know. His new suits might chafe, but he is nowhere near wild enough for me.

Until...

I serve the Wild Hunt. I work alone. And neither of those things is going to change.

Serving the Wild Hunt has made up the majority of my undead life, and I have never before felt the urge to truly disobey one of the Huntsman’s orders. But when he comes to me, commanding me to watch over London’s vampire crai, I find myself strangely resistant to his plan.

This crai is overwhelmed and overworked and not at all the kind of vampire I want to get to know. His new suits might chafe, but he is nowhere near wild enough for me.

Until he reveals all the dark urges he’s been hiding. Until we find ourselves trying to track down a dangerous high fae, and placate a vengeful vampire, and I realise at some point, somehow, Njáll’s wellbeing has become… important to me.

I know how disobeying the Huntsman will end. He takes back his blessing, and I lose the one part of myself that makes me feel truly alive.

I serve the Hunt.

But perhaps I can still serve Njáll, too.