WHAT CREATURE IS THAT?

ANTONELLA’S POV

The look on Hermes’ face was enough to send me into panic mode. My ears were still ringing from the shrieking sound we heard. I had never seen him this scared before, not in the entire time I had known him anyways. Not even when he knew Salvador and I were kidnapped.

If he was this afraid of her, what should I be, knowing I was the one she was after?

I had known Freya for most of my life. She was there when I was a child to the point where I acknowledged that I hated her. She never once tried to act like she cared about me, other than her enforcing rules and making it clear that she was there to replace my mother. This built up my resentment for her to a full degree. What made her think that she could ever be as pure as my mother was when the only thing I knew her as was my father’s whore.

She always made sure to hide behind his powers. And he had to be the one who did most of the hard work whenever he had to deal with other packs that he wanted to conquer while she hi