Remus by Madison Stevens

group of people as they stared in awe. Their clothes were painted red and the ground around them was red as well. Her stomach clenched as she realized it represented blood. Her mouth ran dry as she looked at the gruesome scene.
    “Not really the kind of thing you look at before bed,” Nyx said from over her shoulder.
    Jenna jumped and slapped the book shut. Looking at it made her ill.
    “Can you read it?” she asked and turned to Nyx.
    The woman shook her head. “Remus seemed to think your people could figure it out.”
    Jenna considered that for a moment. This didn’t matter. They could deal with this later. There were other things that needed to be dealt with before it was too late.
    “They aren’t my people,” she said and opened the door to the truck. She pulled out her bag.
    Nyx raised a brow. “Oh? We were under the impression you were with the lodge group.”
    She shook her head. “I work for them.” She grabbed out a blanket from the back and wrapped the book in it. As gently as she could, she pushed the ancient book under her seat.
    “Isn’t working for them the same as being a part of them?” Nyx asked.
    Jenna shut the door to the truck.
    “No,” she declared.
    Nyx eyed her as she moved the bag to a more comfortable spot. Her uncle had been thorough, but he had also made the bag heavier than she was used to. It would be a long walk to the cave.
    “And where are you going?” she said.
    Jenna adjusted the strap to her gun.
    “You’re going to take me to him,” she said and stared firmly at the woman.
    Nyx raised a well-trimmed dark brow. “Am I now?”
    “Yes,” she said and started into the woods.
    “You know this isn’t want he wanted,” Nyx said at her side. She wasn’t being resistant. That was something at least.
    “I know,” Jenna said quietly and pushed her glasses further up her face. She turned to look at the other woman, all the emotion from the last few days clear. “I belong with him, and I’ll be damned if I let him just go off to die.”
    Nyx sighed loudly. “He’s going to be so pissed when he finds out.”
    Jenna gave a small laugh. “Yes, he will be.”
    She looked around and found a small hollow stump covered in moss. It wasn’t the best spot, but she couldn’t risk bringing her keys with her. She placed the keys and one of two flare guns her uncle had sent into the stump.
    They walked in silence for most of the way, lost in their own thoughts. As they reached the cliff, Nyx turned to her, panic starting to invade her expression.
    “They might hurt you.” She swallowed. “You could die. The people here aren’t about mercy.”
    Jenna nodded. She knew the risks, but it wasn’t going to stop her.
    “He needs me,” Jenna said. Her voice shook as she said it, sounding more like a plea than anything.
    Nyx gave a small grin. “I’ll say this. He picked someone as ballsy as he is.”
    Jenna laughed as tears pricked her eyes. “I don’t feel ballsy. I feel desperate.”
    “Isn’t that what love is?”
    Jenna had no idea. The very concept of love was still all new for her. All she did know was that she needed to find him and to stop this no matter what.
    She slowly climbed the cliff. There was no Rem to help pull her up, and, as if on determination alone, she was able to make the difficult climb, heavy pack and all.
    When they reached the top, she was surprised to see a large black man with bright blue eyes there. She glanced over to Nyx.
    “It’s fine,” Nyx said.
    Jenna looked over to her, unsure if she was talking to the man or her.
    The dark man frowned. His handsome features turned deadly, and she shook a little inside.
    “It is not fine,” the man said, glaring at Nyx. “She can’t be here.”
    Nyx stepped between them. “She’s here to save him, Magnus.”
    He stared at her, his bright blue eyes fixed on her. For the first time, Jenna realized both Nyx and Magnus had blue eyes. She’d only seen the yellow and green before, and the green only