“What do we do?” I asked Omi as I glanced behind. Time was running out. The heat of the wolves' breath was almost on my skin.
Omi shook his head as he tightened his grip on my hand. “Whatever happens, if they tear into us, run, Acacia. Don’t let that one catch you. It’s okay if we die, we’re your protectors.”
Odin snorted. “Or you know, we could just kick their asses and skip the dying part. I’m not really fond of that bit.”
Livius chuckled. “You’ll all be doomed soon, this wall of yours will vanish.”
I clutched their hands as tight as I could. I didn’t want things to end this way. We had fought too hard. I didn’t want to give up but I had reached the limits of my power. If only I had been able to talk to those ancestors of mine. Maybe, just maybe I would find a way to protect the ones
