Chapter 9My heart is heavy with worry about Fenrir as I travel. I wish I could pop back to Asgard to check on him. I’m sure even a simple act like that wouldn’t escape Odin’s wrathful judgment. Is this but another of his tests to see if I am worthy?
Oh, I’m worthy. Cruelly fated, but worthy.
I shake my head, wishing I could push these thoughts further away.
Fenrir, my son.
I stop and ball my fists at my sides. Part of me longs to crush the vessel with the death dust in my fingers. With several deep, frustrated breaths, I pull myself together. Someone will pay for this.
It all started with a Minotaur. I didn’t have problems like this until that case. Now, a phoenix appears. The common thread between the two is that they are both from Greek mythology. At the heart of that mythology is
