SIXTY ONE

HELIOS’ POV

SOMETIME BEFORE HIS ‘DEATH’

“Alpha, we’re lost,” Ares reports as he cuts down the branches of trees and wild bushes that block our path.

A frown fleets across my face and I stare down at the pendant that hangs off a golden chain around my neck. “We’re getting closer.”

Ares comes to an abrupt stop in front of me and turns around, pouting. “I don’t think so.”

I cock my head to look past him. “No, we’re not...ohh….”

I stare ahead to see the broken branches ahead of us. Ares is right, we are going around in circles. My grip on the pendant becomes tighter and a look of pure disgust fills my face. “Then why is it shining so brightly? She has to be near.”

The pendant pulsates a dull red, I can even feel it’s phantom hum. Once, as a child, before mother met her mate, I had asked to play with her pendant to which father said no. And when I started to cry, he had picked me up, sat me on his lap and began to tell me a story, “Son, this pendant that I gave your mother is very sp