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Chaos sneers It's a good and frustrating thing my mouth is gone, because a million curse words come to mind, I'm forced to watch as he lifts up my mangled hand, the pain tears through me, it's a sort of maddening torture, something I cannot express, he knows and it delights him, instead of finishing them of in a single blow dealt with magic, he lets them come and then with pure brute strength he smashes my fist right into the heart of the first Beowulf, I do nothing but wallow in pain as my bone crunches audibly, the Beowulf squeals and whines and despite the pain there's a sickening feeling of joy as my hand closes around it's heart. The last one, on seeing it's partners dead, decides to ma

“What do you have in mind?” My lips tightened. Even though we were chess pieces in a battle between gods and Fenrir had saved the day, there was something I could do to even the score. Something the wolf god had mentioned earlier drifted to the front of my mind, germinating an idea that made my lips curl into a smile. “That asshole and his pals at the Supernatural Council are going to regret treating us like pawns,” I said. Hours later, Griff and I returned with Lydia and the enforcers to the Living World, where I discovered why Beowulf had rejected Lydia and sacrificed her to Fenrir.

The moment I asked this asshole went into a full-blown quiet mode he was not taking and he looked like he had been thinking of something way important with the way he creased his forehead thinking deeply. But then he answered and honestly, no matter how I tried to make out the entire story he had just told me, I just couldn’t make out what and where the so-called Beowulf Pack was and now it made sense why he had healed super-fast and easily it was because he was not human.