“I wonder if it’s the gate?” I chew my lip.
Could something worse be coming out of the gate than demons?
“That’s the obvious answer to what’s happening here, but if everyone cleared out, how are we supposed to meet with Grant?” Raven sets the glass down with a frown.
“I don’t know. This is delaying us and if we have to hunt the alpha down, that’s going to delay us more and possibly cause an incident.” I open a door and peer inside a private room.
I shiver. I shouldn’t have looked in there. It’s some kind of medieval torture chamber or something.
“Let’s check the gate and see if we can find the immortal asshole.” Raven pats my arm.
“Yeah, I think that’s best.” I close the door and head for the back hall.
I push open the heavy metal door to the gate to the underworld and groan. Magic is sparking off the entrance. Black and purple sparks are flying around the room.
“You’re here,” Orpheus says. “Good. The shifters are waiting.”
He never takes his gaze from the entrance as if determined to keep it closed by simply staring at it.
“Wait a second. What’s happening with the gate?” I ask.
“Nothing you should concern yourself with, daughter of Zeus.”
“Hell yeah, I’m concerned if something is trying to get out of the underworld.” I cross my arms.
“What’s happening, Orpheus? The shifters can wait.” Raven steps up next to me.
“Something is trying to get out, yes. The queen is on the other side trying to contain it while Lord Hades is… away.” Orpheus rubs his chin.
“Persephone is containing it?” I ask in horror.
“She’s the queen of the underworld and a goddess in her own right. She is powerful with gifted underworld power.”
“The black and purple sparks are her?” I ask.
Persephone is the goddess of spring. I never would have thought her magic could be so dark and powerful.
“As you can see, we have the beast contained for now,” Orpheus says. “You can meet with the shifters now.”
“What is it?” I ask. “If it’s taking both you and Persephone to contain it, it must be big.”
“Not so much a what but a who,” Orpheus admits.
“What?” I screech. “Who the fuck is trying to escape, Orpheus?”
“Typhon,” he says.
“We left him in Tartarus,” I yell. “How the fuck did he get out of Tartarus?”
“I don’t know. He probably had help from the queen’s forces. If he gets out of the gate, it’s over for Olympus.”
Raven grips my arm. “Did anyone else escape? We left some nasty things in that place.”
“I don’t think Hecate or the others are free, but I could be wrong.” Orpheus clenches his fists.
“This is fucking bad.”
“We need to stay the course, B,” Raven says. “The hammer will help.”
