Things are really starting to get good in this series, and Wulf and Cassandra totally took me by surprise. I loved them. Absolutely adored them. Wulf wasn't as shadowy or complicated as some of the other Dark Hunters, and the way he even became one was kind of a fizzled out story of being at the wrong place at the wrong time, but it was impossible not to love the Viking. The way he turned into an awed young man at the knowledge that someone finally remembered him after meeting. The dreams they shared. The realization that they both knew about the dreams. I was charmed, and couldn't put the book down.

What I was also impressed by was Kenyon's choice of complicating her world. Daimons aren't just cardboard bad guys anymore. You understand the pain of the Apollites and the reason they turn. The conscious some try to hold onto when they do. Wulf was forced to face all of this and question his entire purpose and how he's been spending the last 12 centuries. Note, that at first I was a bit confused while reading a conversation between Wulf and Talon that we already read in Talon's book, but come to find out this is going on simultaneously as both Talon and Zarek's book before this. Instead of just a week like the others, this story takes place over months. And that adds to how deep you fall for the couple and their complicated journey punctuated by so many heartbreaking moments. The desolate future they're facing and how desperate they are to fight it? Maybe Wulf wasn't in the running for the tortured hero crown, but damn, if their relationship didn't make him the kind of hero that's impossible to forget. Pun intended.

Acheron is on the scene, of course. Our love is growing by leaps and bounds. Get ready to see all the New Orleans Hunters show up to fight it out together. Even Zarek, who is just as snarky and lovable. Kenyon is building a world and filling it with people who are difficult to leave.