Chapter Sixty Two

Theseus's POV

Swirling my hand in the fountain of sight, I summon the vision of my daughter, my only child in the sense of genetics.

Lilith lays upon the bed I've seen her in more than a million times before whilst one of Celeste's creations feeds from her.

I can feel her essence leaving her body. Feel her soul departing her being, and it's painful.

I've never been disappointed in Celeste or her choice of creating wolves. That never mattered, but she has this one wolf, one being that isn't particularly thoroughbred. She calls him her moon-hound, and his name is Hati.

And unfortunately, where he is concerned, I do hold malice.

She refuses to rid his soul and believes he can redeem himself, but I don't see a way for him to do that.

Celeste has long since participated in this reigning war between herself and this wolf she has created.

He's a corrupt soul, feeding from the fear of others, taking their souls to prolong his life.

He used to come back once every other life cycle,