I swear, these books just become more and more dreadful as I read on. Darcy and Mason are far from the easy-going couple they were in book one, and it's not even been a year for them since the day their world was changed forever. It seems as if the world stands eternally against them. Who can they possibly trust when those around them are falling to darkness?
We left off from book five with the revelation that Darcy is not who everyone thought she was, and that she's been trapped inside her own body, her spirit slowly dying as time dragged on. It is with great courage and determination that she held on long enough for her pack to save her, but the chaos, as always, never stops there.
Now there is the problem of the Master to contend with. Death follows in his wake, and none can find him to stop the war he presents to the races. His identity is hidden in the shadows, his presence one of pure evil, always lurking and simply bidding his time until the moment to strike the killing blow presents itself. The Mystic Wolves must uncover the identity of the Master before it's too late, and the world is dissolved into Hell. But the answer they uncover may just be a downfall in its own making.
As always, I thoroughly enjoyed being witness to the demonstrations of Love, courtesy of Darcy and Mason, which ultimately have the power to conquer the most dastardly of foes, and overcome the most deadly of obstacles; A love that would proceed them, even in death. The Mystic Wolves have firmly implanted themselves in my heart, and they won't ever be removed from it. I wait with baited breath for the seventh installment in the Mystic Wolves series, even as it promises to be far more heart-breaking than I could have ever saw coming.