EIGHTEEN
ANNABEL
Grim was sitting in the center of the glade when I finally made it back. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been staring at the waterfall in a stupor—if it had been minutes or hours.
My alpha looked up when I broke through the tree line, surveying my face.
I didn’t so much as glance at Mimir or the ravens perched on a nearby bush as I walked straight to the dark god, my limbs feeling oddly mechanical and disjointed like they didn’t fully belong to me.
He opened his mouth as if to speak, but I didn’t give him the chance to. Striking more swiftly than I’d thought myself capable of, I backhanded him across the cheek with enough power to send him sprawling in the grass.
“You swine!” I hissed, aiming a kick at his stomach that made him cough. “You traitorous, murdering swine!”
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