"Morgan," a voice purrs. "Your breathing sounds… tired. Did you have a busy night?"
"Lady Mirenia," Morgan rasps, leaning his back against a tree, ignoring the way his legs want to turn into jelly. "To what do I owe the pleasure? If you're calling for another status report on the Labyrinth, I'm currently a bit tied up with… housekeeping."
"Do not hang up, little wolf," the Fairy warns. "The Fae Council is in an uproar. Our sensors just detected a massive spike of Demonic Core energy on the surface. High-level, ancient, and… most interestingly… emanating from a werewolf."
Morgan lets out a wet, bloody chuckle. "Detectors? What, do you have a Geiger counter for evil? That's adorable."
"You lied to me, Morgan," Mirenia growls, her voice cold enough to freeze the blood in his veins. "You told me you didn't find the catalyst I sent you for. You claimed every demon you found was empty. And yet, here you are, radiating enough hell-energy to be seen from the Summer Court."
