Perse’s breathing had gone slow.
Too slow.
I touched her through the bond.
My love.
She did not answer.
Eden did.
A wall of heat rolled through my chest so suddenly my ribs hurt.
“Why?” Perse asked.
One word.
So quiet.
Ermes’s smile was back, wide and vicious, all teeth.
Because now he had her.
Or thought he did.
“Because I needed to prove that all the prophecies, all the goddess’s will wolves love to talk about, are just bullshit.” He laughed once, small and ruined. “Superstition. Genetics would have proven it. A mutation would have proven it. And I would have had my army of Golden Wolves, of silver wolves, of every demonic hybrid I could ever imagine. And all of you would have been kissing my feet.”
The roots around him pierced deeper.
Blood welled around gold.
He screame
