Forged Souls of Amathus

Brothers of Amathus Saxton Book 1 I don't go bump in the night. I am the night. I'm the terror in your nightmares, and it's my curse. Why? Well, I'll tell you why. A witch came to our door. We were content, living our lives as immortals, doing what we pleased. Now, our souls are damned, cursed by longing. We want what we should not have, and this will continue until we can find our true mate. But, we're running out of time. She gave us five hundred years, and my brothers and I are closing in on that fast. I suppose we should have looked a little harder for our true mate than squander away a few hundred years, but we're men. What more can we say? We like to wait until the last minute. Now, I'm living in a human shell without my soul. I need my identity back, my true self. Is it possible to find the woman I need? Is it possible she'll come to me? I sure hope so. As said, I'm running out of time.