Daemon
Of the thousands of scents surrounding us, I picked out mint and vanilla.
She’s here.
Ragnar stepped forward. The mere sight of the formidable elder made the Irons falter for a moment, but almost immediately, they rallied when they heard the voice of their alpha.
“Ah, here come our honoured guests!”
“Westmar, you have challenged the Twilight clan! Lycan’s true mate is untouchable. You have defied the will of the Goddess!” Ragnar could barely contain his fury.
“The Goddess?” the Iron clan alpha snarled. “Then let her punish me for my blasphemy.”
There was nothing more to say. I craved his blood no less than my beast did.
The Irons bared their teeth, readying themselves for the attack.
“Is that the one chosen by the Moon?” Westmar asked, giving me a casual nod.
It’s a rhetor
