Chapter 4

I leaned forward, my brows furrowing, and stared at the screen. Everything we’d learned at the academy

had indicated that Fenrir was a wolf, not a shifter. He was the offspring of Loki, the Norse god of mischief, and Angrboda, a giantess also known as the mother of monsters. The only non-animal child they’d had was a daughter called Hel, a goddess who was beautiful down one side of her body but a withered corpse on the other.

The man standing with Griff was more like an angel than a god. He had a mop of golden curls that framed a classically beautiful face of high cheekbones, full lips, a darker stubble, and eyes like vibrant turquoise. Men like that didn’t exist. At least not in our pack.

“How did Fenrir gain a human form?” I asked.

Hades folded his arms across his chest. “According to his sister, Fenrir performed a heinous act of magic to end the world.”

My brows drew together. Something in his tone suggested that he thought the explanation was bullshit.

“How did Griff convince a go