Jörmungandr
Blood splats across my face as I butcher another wraith. The more we kill, the more come at us. They seem to be multiplying. Kill one and five take its place.
For all the people of different species we have, Nyx brought twice the amount. The crazy bitc.h recruited rogues of all kinds, and they came here with one thing in mind – to kill.
Dead bodies litter the ground. Some of ours, but more belonging to Nyx. It’s pandemonium, a free-for-all kill-fest. I’m not sure how many we have lost, but it’s substantial.
I have one eye on my mate; I won’t look away. If I lose sight of her or see she is in too much trouble, I will run to her. I cannot lose Katherine; I wouldn’t survive.
Fenrir and Winter are nowhere to be seen, and that is concerning. Something must have happened because
