Chapter 33: The God of Wolves
The pile of gray ash that used to be Garrett Vance settled on the floor.
There was no smoke. There was no smell of burning flesh. He had simply ceased to exist. The energy that unmade him was cleaner than fire.
I stood frozen. My gun was still raised but my hand was shaking.
The entity standing before us was perfect.
He was tall and lean with muscle definition that looked carved from marble. His skin was pale and luminous. His hair was stark white and floated around his head as if he were underwater.
But it was his eyes that terrified me.
They were violet. They were the same shade as mine but they lacked humanity. They were deep and ancient voids that swirled with the light of dying stars.
"You are afraid," the Progenitor said.
His voice did not trave
