Chapter 46 Fury
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Fury
Golden wings. A flash. But I saw them—multiple sets of golden wings—before she was ripped away from us. From me. My heart squeezes at her absence.
One moment, she was here, the next, Gideon kneels before air, Rivern’s hand is empty and the looks on their faces are utter devastation.
Fury—no longer my namesake, but a thunderstorm within me. I have no more patience for these silly mortal games. Vengeance is on my lips.
I will start by saving my bonded’s kingdom.
Ordering Horus and Castor to be placed on the stairs, I eye them down, nowhere for them to go but up. They run, poor excuses for males, stumbling up the stairs, away from the keen red eyes of the fiery dragon below.
I order Saff to blast them.
They turn to ash instantaneously, nothing but dust on the breeze. The sight reminds me of the sands on my island, no longer my prison.
The villagers look on in horror. They did not bet on getting an angry God this moonlight.
Gideon, unable to control his wolf, transforms instantly, black, scarred fur taking over smooth, dark skin.
Rivern shouts at his bird to find her. The fae senses her beyond the sea. In the same place, I feel their power. The bond tether is stretching further than it has ever gone before—an unmanageable distance.
It shouldn’t be possible. The power needed to teleport over long distances is insurmountable in our bodily forms. I could barely go from my island to Haven, but with three of them—three monsters—it could be possible.
Being so far away from us, Dove will wither. She will get sick. I try to talk to her, but they are blocking me. And I know exactly who they are—the other Gods.
Oona.
Osear.
Oriel.
They have taken her from me.
It is time I seek my revenge. They will not have what is mine. I will take everything from them.