Parisa's POV
"So this means," Hades lifted his head from atop of mine. His statement was cut short as a thunderous growl ripped through the woods to our cabin. It echoed with such ferocity the dead leaves began to fall from the top of the highest trees.
"Ares," I whispered.
"Um, I think he found his mate," I giggled as Hades willed some clothes on his body.
"Come on," he pulled my arm as we raced outside. The sun was high in the sky, almost past mid-day as we ran down the path to the central courtyard. The warriors had ceased their sparing and were all looking at each other in bewilderment as Michael ran up to us.
"Ares just took Mariah to the packhouse; he kept mumbling 'mine,' and that is the last we saw of them until we felt the ground shake." Michael continued to look at everyo
