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“To help you with your choice, of course.” He couldn’t hold back his arrogance. “As well as with your life when you are finally where you belong – by my side.” “You mean to blackmail me?” she scoffed bitterly. “We don’t need to say that ugly word.” The God of Vengeance waved the folder before…

“Guys!” She stood up, trying to straighten her creased dress and checking her hair on her way to the door. Salome’s thin fingers touched the edge of the window, and small bolts of electricity hit her, forcing her to wince from the pain. “Careful!” Warg’s claws elongated instantly, but once again, Fenrir placed his palm…

“Good for her.” The Councilwoman with silver hair tapped her fingers over the desk. “Now, can we get back to the witch? You seemed to have a point about something there, and we are all ears.” “Yes, Salome Gray is the mastermind behind the explosion, and we would have been under a massive attack right…

The words made the first lycan freeze, eyes begging his King for permission to fight. “You are not helping her,” the wolf god explained, and he finally stopped struggling. “As I was saying-” Vincent was about to continue with his lies, showing yet another image of Salome on the border, accompanied by the northern army….

Changing it. “Since I lost a Champion, I need a replacement!” The words were clearly a threat. “I will give you the most powerful gift, Forrest! Enjoy!” “No!” the wolf tried to struggle as much as he could, but it proved useless as immense pain overpowered him, submitting his whole being and breaking him. Forrests…

“I thought I wouldn’t see you for another century or two,” the wolf chuckled. “What do you want?” “I just spoke to Vidar,” Joran cut straight to the chase, frowning. “And I think one of your inner circle has betrayed you.” *** Astrea took a gulp of the evening air, trying to calm herself down…

Astrea did not remember her other lives, but right now, even though she had been with him just a few days ago, it seemed like he hadn’t touched her in years. She needed him like air. Needed to feel him, to belong to him, and from the flames burning in his eyes, she could tell…

“And I want to mark you too. Would you let me?” She bit her lip, waiting for his reply, and Fenrir brushed his palm over her cheek, the last golden rays of the setting sun drawing their features, almost making them feel ethereal. “You can do anything to me, Astrea.” Any other god would have…

placed her palms on his chest. “Fenrir, I know, but I can’t simply watch you fighting alone!” She rolled her eyes, which only caused his lips to curl. “I am not done talking, Astrea.” Fenrir gave her shoulders a light squeeze. “I don’t want you to fight, but it was always your destiny. Don’t you…

“Bjorn!” He rushed to the bear’s side, falling to his knees and trying to assess the wounds. It looked bad. So bad that scales began to emerge from beneath his skin. It had been years since the last time that happened uncontrollably. His champion looked like he went through one hell of a fight. Joran…