Prologue

Maccus Fury stared dispassionately at the rogue werewolf he’d just beheaded. The creature lay at his feet in pieces, the snarl still on his face exposing razor-sharp fangs. Compassion was a foreign emotion. Satisfaction for a job well done was all he needed.

That and money in his bank account.

He was one of the Forgotten Brotherhood. They weren’t the monsters lurking under the bed. They were the ones who killed them.

Stone-cold killers, they were men who had nothing left to lose. Men holding on to what little remained of their honor and sanity. Some days they failed.

The Forgotten weren’t exactly a sociable group. Like him, they’d all been betrayed by people close to them. It had left them all with a shitload of trust issues.

But they all lived by a code. Kill only those that truly deserved it and let their gods sort them out. Kill them before they killed you. Never, ever betray a fellow assassin.

Simple and easy, with little room for discussion. Because once one of the Brotherhood accepted a contract, they carried it out. There was no other option. And if someone tried to hire one of them to execute an innocent? Well, that never ended well for the one trying to secure the contract.

And whenever the urge to kill came upon him—and it always did—there was always someone in need of dying.