Chapter 43

During one of my first lives here in this world, I was … angry. I was furious. I wanted my Aphrodite back, my love. Everything I did was in vain, making my rage only climb higher.

I needed to do something. Something to get this itch off my skin. If I can't go back to being the god of war. I wanted to be king of the wolves. The only thing that stood in my way was the red wolves. I wanted power, I needed it. I needed something to replace her. To fill this void inside my chest.

This only made my obsession become stronger. I used to be the God of war, I don’t lose to a couple of red-colored wolves. I didn’t know back then, that they were descendants of the goddess herself. I was blinded by rage and this uncontrollable need for power.

I rallied the wolves against the red wolves clan. Building an army that no one had ever seen. We attacked during the most sacred day for the wolves. The wolf moon, the first full moon of a new year.

Especially the red wolves celebrated that day, seeing it