A Twisted Fate

We're created from birth to unite soulmates and stop the monsters that would tear them apart. We're trained to fight, to kill… and born without the ability to feel the thing we give. A cupid can't feel love. A cupid can't have a soulmate. And a cupid can't fall in love with their sworn enemy, with the monster they're destined to destroy. Until… Theo.

Reapers can't feel. We aren't born. We're created from the essence of the dead, from Death himself breathing us into existence. We have one purpose. Ferry mortals to the afterlife so they can be judged, weighed, and born anew. I've taken countless human souls, and I've never cared… until I met a human who made me throw everything away for the chance to feel him for just a moment before he died. And then… I saw his twin brother.

There's a sacred balance that must be kept. Death is final—the mortal world is for the living. And when that balance is upset, the hounds will hunt. Soul: Death's Hound. I am Death's Hound, and I was made for one purpose: to hunt down wayward souls. It should be easy, hunting down a man who escaped to the mortal realm and leaves behind a trail of blue flowers wherever he walks… so why is it when I see him, the only thing I want to do is protect him? Why is it when I see him, the only thing I can think is that he's supposed to be mine?