The wolf whined faintly, while Victoria smiled.
"I told you she's getting badass," she signed to Helen.
"W-wait," said Clara. "I-I think I know who sent those wolves."
"You do?"
Visibly gathering up her courage, she stepped out from behind the blue-feathered Daemon, staring at the wolf.
"I mean, I'm not a hundred percent sure, but they're golden, and... From what I've read, each god has their own sacred animals. Most have several, but they rarely have any in common. Bulls and eagles for Zeus, owls for Athena, horses for Poseidon, swans for Aphrodite-"
"We don't need the whole b****y list now, Clara!" Victoria stopped her, rolling her eyes. "Who's got wolves?"
"...A-Apollo," she blurted out.
"Apollo?" Dahlia repeated.
Clara nodded.
"The Greek God of Arts, Beauty, Healing, and
