Still, it was truly amazing what humans, as opposed to the gods, were capable of...
Why was he thinking about the gods right now? And what was this garden he kept imagining in his mind? The pain in his chest was almost as unbearable as it had been the day Nero and Sera had died.
“You want him, don’t you?” Lathea shouted, holding the knife tightly against the werewolf’s throat.
A familiar voice interrupted their confrontation. “Shooting Star, is that you?” It called from over the pass.
Hadjar cursed inwardly. Narnir had indeed managed to hire the Old Man... But what could the alpha of the children of Fedenrir offer the oldest, most experienced, and probably the strongest of the local adepts in exchange for his help?
There was only one thing the Old Man would have agreed to, but wh
