Chapter Forty-Seven

Sophia’s POV

“My name is Alcmene, and Zaine’s wolf, Amphitryon, was my husband many lifetimes ago.” My wolf begins telling me the secrets of her past as she runs at a dizzying speed towards the western border of our land.

I listen, half convinced I’m going mad, as she tells me about Zeus’ deception and the way he tricked her and many other women, before and after her, into bed. Zeus, the most high and mighty, sired bastards left, right, and centre all over the old world. Everywhere he sewed his seed his crazy, jealous wife, Hera, wasn’t far behind with whole ‘hell hath no fury’ shtick. The swirling vortex of rage, hurt, fear and disgust, that I feel inside my wolf breaks my heart. How can one person live through so much and come out the other side unscathed?

“I wouldn’t say unscathed exactly.” She sighs woefully. “I became known as the embodiment of the power of the moon, for good reason. Selene and Artemis were the deities on everyone’s lips when they looked skywards at night, but I