“Do he and God fight? Powerful men have through history, especially over territory and people. That’s probably the same thing as two shifters with the same capability for ruling.”
“Sometimes they do, but Theron has an immense amount of control. And he loves his son—both sons actually—and he understands God is still a baby compared to his own age. It rarely gets out of control if they argue.”
“What kind of curse fucked up the system?”
It was odd how far I had fallen. But it felt right.
Monsters were real.
I just had to deal with it.
Finn sighed. “We called it a curse forever. And it probably is an actual curse. But we’ve just recently understood that a shifter is behind it. Just over two hundred years ago, six shifters found their mates at the same time. They even conceived on the same day and gave birth to their sons on the same day.”
“You’re one of those sons, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he grumbled.
“I thought the three of you being born minutes apart was odd.”
“All my best friends and I are the offspring of the curse.”
“Keep going,” I whispered.
“You see, the matings were tainted. The mates smelled of darkness. It wasn’t a magically perfect match. And for two hundred years, no other mates have been found.” He ate another bite of his ice cream, peeking around the tree again before his attention returned to me. “Until Poppy showed up. She is God’s mate. And she doesn’t smell of darkness to any shifter who has met her. It’s a perfect match, the magic back in place.”
“Um, Cassander told me at your party that she has adarkair surrounding her.”
His entire body froze. “Excuse me?”
