Chapter 35

I stared open-mouthed into the wolf god’s burning eyes. Even though he stood twenty feet away from me at the base of his dais, it felt like he had wrapped one of those armored hands around my neck and was dangling me in the air.

How could he offer me something so terrible yet enticing—the opportunity to wipe away my sins but at the cost of Griff. Beki strained against our bond, her ears pricking up, but she was showing no signs of stress.

My throat spasmed. It didn’t matter if my wolf had been mesmerized by the creature standing before us. He was cruel and wicked and likely consumed people’s entire lives.

“Your answer?” he said.

“I can’t accept that.”

“Not even to rescue the souls of thousands of wolf shifters, who are currently trapped within a crystal?” he asked, his voice echoing across the huge chamber.

A cool draft meandered around my face, bringing with it the scents of sand and centuries-old dust. I gulped. Someone needed to place this guy in a sarcophagus and bury him thousand