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Chapter 31

Fenrir’s threat hung over us like a giant guillotine. Swaying on my feet, my gaze locked with Griff’s as he gaped at me, open-mouthed. Maybe he had expected Fenrir to swoop down on me with the wrath of the Norse gods and toss me out of Shifter City to meet my fate with the Demon King. From the shock on his features, he hadn’t imagined Fenrir would make us work together.

“Your Majesty,” Griff said, still looking at me as though I was the agent of his death, which I was, but even he had to admit that I had also saved his life. “I can’t work with Cathwulf, she’s a—”

“Murderer?” Fenrir growled.

“Yes.” My mate turned to look the wolf god full in the face. “She attacked without mercy. I told you how bad it was.”

“You did.” Fenrir placed a hand on Griff’s shoulder.

In the midst of my panic, part of me took stock at the sheer beauty of these wolves. They were opposites. While Griff was dark haired with golden skin and tight-fitting clothes to accentuate every muscle on his delectable body, Fe
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