Forgotten Brotherhood

Alexei Medvedev checked the Forgotten Brotherhood website, a clearinghouse for jobs for men like him—immortals who assassinated other immortals. After all, who were you going to call when another paranormal went rogue and was in need of killing?

Choices were limited.

The men who used the website were like him—extremely dangerous loners with loyalty to no one. They had no pack, no coven or community. Or at least none that would claim them.

All they had was the Brotherhood.

In truth, not much separated them from those they put down. They were assassins for hire but terminated only those who deserved to die—paranormal creatures who murdered without discrimination.

They were all stone-cold killers, men holding on to what little was left of their honor and sanity. But they all lived by a code. Kill only those who 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 a contract was accepted, it was carried out. There was no other option.

In their line of work, there could be no mistakes.