Kaida POV
“So... What do we do now?” I asked, looking to my father for guidance. Nikita and I were both eager to find the prisoner in the cells. There was this inexplainable pull, drawing us to him. Perhaps it was the design of the Goddess that we felt in such a way, or perhaps it was something else entirely. But we both felt a deep need to find out for ourselves, just what it was that called us to him. Even, despite our father’s warning against the Goddess. Her dreams hand only ever served as guidance and warnings of things to come, and she had always felt warm and inviting, like a long-lost friend, instilling both my Lycan and I with a deep sense of trust, but we couldn’t tell our father that. It was plainly obvious he held much resentment toward the Goddess. The hatred in his eyes
