Cassie.Death was something I hadn't expected to see so soon. Yet as my grandfather explained I was dead, or at least my mortal life was, I couldn't help but suddenly feel a hollow pit within my stomach that screamed at me to say everything I wish I could have said.They never tell you when you're a
"No, I can't." He chuckled. "But one day, I hope to… retire, I guess is what you call it on earth.""Retire? Is that even possible… you're a god."I was stating the obvious but as I watched his twinkling blue eyes stare at me with so much intensity, my heart wanted to burst from my chest. It wasn't
The moment our feet hit the steps of the building, I couldn't hold back my questions anymore. "Where are we going and why do we need Pollux?"Looking over his shoulder, he sighed again and kept walking. "He has to help with your succession."Door after door, we passed until we stopped outside Pollux
Cassie.Three months. It had been three months since the day I died, and every single day I spent in Asgard in this new form, I realized my life, though was said to be my own, wasn't. I was no longer the Lycan beast I once was. Instead, I was a celestial goddess with powers no one could comprehend.
"We'll see," I replied, watching a stern expression cross her face before she smiled. "When are we supposed to be leaving?""In like ten minutes," she said excitedly. "No need to pack anything, though. It's only for 24 hours, so get your ass up and let's get going. I'm excited to meet my new mother-
"Why does it look like it's been years since we've been here?" I muttered under my breath. Trixie's hand reached out to stop my wrist, which stopped me in my tracks."Did nobody tell you how time worked between those two realms?"It only dawned on me that whatever answer she was about to give me, I
I had dreamed of this day. The day I would end up returning home, and the moment I stepped through the door, the chaos that was my siblings came rushing towards me. They hugged both me and Pollux and even welcomed Trixie with open arms. My mother had grayed over the last two years and was paler than
Shaking her head, my mother refused to listen to what I was saying, and as she stood to her feet, I knew that it was going to be an emotional mess by the time we got done with this conversation."So what? You're different now. What does that mean for your life here—"She seemed to realize what exact