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But Luca was pinned by two rogues, unable to intercept. Raven lunged, but she was too far, mud slowing her down. “Ragnar!” she roared, voice tearing from her wolf’s throat. He didn’t run. Lightning cracked across the sky as the rogue leapt, claws out, jaws open, and Ragnar swung the branch with a roar of his own, catching the rogue in the ribs and driving it back. The rogue clawed at Ragnar’s shoulder, blood spraying, but Ragnar held on, shoving forward, eyes blazing with fury.

KING RAGNAR LOTHBROK and his crew were away for nearly six months when they returned, bearing news of their triumphant raid. The people of Kattegat sang their praises, welcoming their beloved warriors back to town with jubilant cheers. Sophie stood beside Helen and the other slaves, a little away from the boisterous crowd, observing the Lothbrok family's reunion. Rollo's absence was notable, considering he was renowned as one of the best warriors. She watched the famous priest, Athelstan, whom she had yet to meet, warmly greet Queen Aslaug and Ivar, a display of affection that made Sophie wonder if she would ever hold them in such high regard.

But NOOOOOO! I'm tossed like a salad into another tragic time in human history and to top it ALL off! I'm looking at the twin of my Trojan Prince, who is maybe long dead. The thought of Braxius being dead hurts my heart, and I can no longer keep my emotions in check.

It felt more powerful, and the sensation scared me. I got up and walked the quiet dark halls to my office. “Hati,” I said the name to myself as I sat down and opened the laptop. The different pages available all basically said the same thing. Sköll and Hati were the wolf children of Fenrir, chasing the sun and moon, which they would devour during Ragnarök, the end of days, the end of the world. Why was Hati coming for my son? Didn’t Ragnarök already happen? If I had more information at my disposal, I might have asked the goddess different questions. She summoned me, I had no idea how to go back to where I was and something told me not to try.

Adeline was hearing the tale of the past with full focus as Lucas carried on, "Once Zephyr suddenly died of an unknown cause, Ragnor approached the late King to retrieve the Book of Spells as he claimed that it was rightfully his now. But the late King refused to hand it over to him and that stirred trouble between Lycans and Warlocks. Right after King's demise, the whole Lycan community was in havoc and chaos. Sensing our weak moment, Ragnor attacked us. The battle was fought, warriors were killed, and prisoners were taken away and still, it wasn't the end for Ragnor. He would have gone to any extent to get his filthy hands on that Book but the tension was too thick between two races that t

Grand, with a vaulted ceiling arched high, painted with constellations and mythic beasts, towering shelves rising like walls, carved from dark oak and lined with books. “Here.” He pulls out an old book, its cover black and edged in gold. At the center gleams a golden wolf’s head, bared teeth frozen in a snarl. Behind it, a raven spreads its wings wide, poised as if descending from the sky. Grimm opens it. The pages are an old, yellowish color, but intact. “Most of the Raven Wolf King books here are written to sound like fantasy, as if he were just a fairy tale. This one’s the one you want. Depicts date‑to‑date events.”

They didn't win. I closed my eyes, the rhythm of Psalm 27 returning to my mind, but this time it was faster, more urgent. "Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear..." I wasn't the "Church Girl" anymore. I was a weapon being forged in the dark. And if I survived the night, the "Loom" was going to find out what happens when the thread refuses to break.

Didn't he want clarity? “Three things in fact. One, I need your blood. Then a hair strand from the center of your cranium, and last, moisture from your orbs..” Namilla prepared her tools, staring at Fenrir expectantly. “I believe all day is something I don't have.” Namilla narrowed her eyes on him so I nudged him, urging him to do as she ordered. A low growl escaped his lips as he drew closer to her old desk filled with relics and left opened scrolls.

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There was a table. Books stacked on it. Not like the ones I used to see at home. These looked older. Some of them had markings on the covers I didn’t understand. I walked closer. My fingers hovered over one of them before I touched it. The cover felt rough. Worn. I opened it slowly. The pages were filled with symbols. Not letters. Not words I knew. Shapes. Lines. Things that looked like drawings but weren’t. I frowned. “What is this…?” I flipped a page.