Death Wolf
Before he could react, her hands clamped onto his shoulders, fingers digging into his flesh.
“Your mother is dead, little boy,” she hissed, leaning so close he could feel her breath. “And she’s never coming back. Do you hear me?”
His stomach twisted violently, dread coiling in his chest.
“There is no fucking Sera anymore.” Her smirk widened into something sinister. “There’s only me.”
Her voice boomed, shaking the air itself.
“Heratte. Goddess of chaos, destruction, and death.”
Logan’s heart pounded, his body trembling. “No… You’re lying. You took my mother’s body! But she’s still there—I know she is!” His voice cracked with raw desperation. “GIVE HER BACK!”