The iron bars on the outside of the door didn't just break; they shattered into fragments.
Gorgon’s breath hitched in a terrified, wet rattle. He could feel the temperature in the room plummeting, the crimson silks on the walls beginning to frost. Desperation- pure, addictive madness, overtook him. If he was to die, he would die sated. He would leave his mark so deep the wolf would never be able to lick it clean.
"If you want her, beast, come and see what’s left!" Gorgon shrieked.
He wrenched Rhiannon’s head to the side. Just as the oak door began to disintegrate under the weight of a god’s fury, Gorgon drove his fangs deep into the column of her throat.
The door didn't just open; it was erased from existence. A shockwave of pure, pressurized wolfish aura blew inward, shredding th
