I couldn't believe what I was seeing as I watched the lycan catch his breath and then brush the snow off his long hair and thick animal skin coat."Why did you want to see me?" Next, I asked him a question while narrowing my eyes at him. I still had my sword in my hand and was sitting up straight, so I could hit him if he tried to do something funny."I just wanted to check on you and make sure everything was okay. Where's the problem?" After he cleaned up the snow, he asked me to come back. His loose hair hung over his forehead while he tied a big bun out of his dreadlocks. I sat there and watched him do his small grooming routine. As he worked on his hair, my wolf was already noticing how his muscles moved. I thought I had seen him do that before.I wasn't going to just believe that. Why would the king of all chauvinists travel through the mountains in the dark during a snowstorm to see a she-wolf that he would never consider his equal? I knew that he had a strong reason for coming

Athena's POVWe saw a group of Drakonians in the distance trying to shoot at what looked like a strange creature climbing out of the river. I tried to move forward to get a better look at what that thing was, but Lucian had his fingers tightly wrapped around my arm to keep me moving forward. I tried to free my arm, but he gave me an angry look, so I decided to keep my mouth shut for now."What's it?" I whispered in surprise as I looked at the thing that was chasing the drakonians northeastward."That's a Cephylon," he said in a whisper, keeping his eyes on the Drakonians as they ran away. "Once it gets a hold of you, it will drag you back to its nest and feed you to its young,"""Wow, they sound like a lot of fun! Trust me, "Lucian gave me another angry look, which I chose to ignore. "We need to go back a mile or climb higher to set up camp because it looks like we've gotten very close to them," he said next, looking back at the horizon where the Drakonians had disappeared."There's n

Athena's POV"Not far enough?" I was so surprised that I had to ask him questions. When I heard him say that, I was about to lose it. I looked at him, expecting an answer but he remained quiet. "Tell me Lucian what did you do? Did you kill your family for the throne too? I want to know,""You don't have to know. You'll hate me," He returned."What makes you think that I don't hate you already?" I asked pointedly. My words seemed to have fuelled something dangerous in his eyes."So you hate me?" He questioned darkly."Why wouldn't I?""It's very childish to hate someone just because they called you ugly. I didn't even mean-" I interrupted him with a growl. Just his blatancy and obnoxiousness were enough to hate him. He didn't need to open his mouth to say something or do something to make one hate him.One didn't need to have a particular reason to hate him. His simple existence was enough for one to hate him but the mate bond and the wolf in me strongly disagreed with this. I guess I

Lucian's POVI knew there was something wrong.Something didn't feel right. Very, very wrong."What's that?" As soon as I stopped moving, Amoux asked me right away. We were halfway across the mountain, and it was hard to move forward because the wind was coming from right in front of us and pushing us back two steps for every three steps we took forward.I told my lycan to stop and listened to what he had to say. He became very antsy all of a sudden, and I thought of Athena right away. My heart raced. I tightened my teeth and jaw.I should have accompanied her!I should have gone with her. It would have been easier because, with every step, I was wondering what was going on in the tunnels. Even though I looked calm on the outside, I was sick inside from worrying about her."What did you hear?" Tyrfon's question came out of nowhere. Even though it was hard to hear anything over the loud wind, I was sure I heard it before the mountain moved. The sound kept getting louder until it was lo

Athena's POVI lay there, unable to believe it, until the man in front of me proclaimed, "I'm the king of Drakkons." I was in the enemy's home, and it appeared that he was unaware of who I actually was. I had to go through with it if I wanted to have my head fastened to my neck.Can you tell me how you found me again? I muttered at that point because my brain was still numb and I was at a loss for words. I rubbed my head and asked him. At the rear of it, there was some discomfort. I couldn't recall where I got it from.He kept his intense gaze on me for a full second before giving me a modest, friendly grin and repeating, "You got buried by an avalanche. While they were searching the area, my guys came across you. Do you have any memories?"I glanced at the ceiling as I gave his comments time to register. Slowly but surely, I began to recall everything. The avalanche that struck me as I was running for fresh air from the tunnel, the basilisk, Atti slaughtering those basilisks, the sme