A Barren Winter

Book 3 of the Four Seasons Series:

Life is hard. It is harder on some than on others, some get lemons to make lemonade and others get just a hand full of dirt and are told good luck.

My life is like that, harder than should be necessary, and it has nothing to do with my profession as the temporary Executioner for the Pack as long as Dillan is on his 'vacation'. Everybody knows that the Alpha King Valentino Kabir was forced to send him on a long vacation or was to execute him immediately. I do not mind my job as someone has to do it and I already worked with the others in the Executioner's team so my shift is a big bonus. I just hate, HATE all the burocratics and politics surrounding it.

And as if that wasn't enough of a hassle, FATE decided that nope I wasn't in a bad enough spot and threw in a mate that is a stubborn ass lion shifter and Diana the caretaker of the Oracle in my way. And because I was presented with the summoning for the Next candidate Oracle for the Northern Pack Territories, I have to go to the place I wish to never set foot in.

La Synagogue de Solitude.

Or as normal folks would call it The Solitude. It is a huge ass building dominating the skyline of the small town of Argenmart near the human settlement where Consort Keelan lived before joining the Pack. And it lies near our Southern border. The people that live there are called the Dratnige and follow the religion called Order of the Sinless. They say that the God Ordis; God of Judgement wrote their Holy book: The Books of Souls.

That book contains my name as a candidate for the Next Oracle. Whether I want to or not, the people of The Solitude demand my presence and I feel a tugging sensation in that direction that I need to get there sooner rather than later.