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“What do we know about Sorava and her new army?@ Ragnar stepped forward pointing at distinct areas on the map we had spread out on the boardroom table. “well we know that she is camping out at the northern reach, which is close to the moon Crimson pack. I am in close contact with their alpha and he is very petrified of her. he said that the men that he sends to spy on her never return, but we know where she is. However, the number of men she has and what exactly she's planning is still unknown to us.” My eyes rolled as I paced the room. “Fucking hell. we should have just killed this damn woman when we had the chance.” Ragnar chuckled beneath his breath. “I can't believe we both fell for her.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN Ragnar's expression remained stoic, but the undercurrent of concern surged beneath the surface. Two deaths in one night? Strange ones at that. He started to pace about the room as he tried to make sense out of what was happening. Deaths of this magnitude haven't been recorded in his kingdom, never. So Ragnar knew that this wasn't ordinary, however, he didn't want to link it to anything that the old prophetess had told jim. Ryan knew that the topic of the Prophetess seemed to aggravate Ragnar, so he chose his words carefully. "The Prophetess mentioned impending suffering, my Lord. I cannot ignore the possibility that this is connected."

"Katrina Grimlore of Shadowfang, my wife," Ragnar's words from a few minutes ago echo in Jarl's head. No! That can't be true. Katrina can't be his wife, this must be some sort of trick they came up with to mess up his life by coming here. "Take your seat at the table, Jarl Fenrisson, now," Ragnar's powerful voice snaps Jarl out of his daze, still trembling.

Leo chuckled at me I again got lost in my phone while we drove. I was searching g****e for things about Fenris or should I say Fenrir. All the searches and results said he’s bound until Ragnarok. Which to me made no sense since he was quite literally here on earth, the fact that all of these people or should I say Gods were alive and among us made me shiver and goosebumps appear on my arms.

Ragnar commanded, his urgency palpable as James rushed out of the chamber, trying to catch his breath. As James departed, Ragnar found himself grappling with conflicting emotions. He felt torn between his desire for Aloha's return and the fear that his inner demons might consume him. He turned to Gorg, seeking answers and solace from his wolf. "Gorg, what is happening to me? Don't tell me I just wanted to kill my Beta because of a mere slave," Ragnar questioned, frustration and confusion evident in his voice. "The more you try to resist her, the more our demons are captivated by her alluring scent. They long to be close to her," Gorg replied angrily, his own resentment towards Aloha leaving

I couldn’t tell if he was reading my outermost thoughts, my emotions, or trying to appeal to my sense of responsibility, but I recited nursery rhymes over and over to create a barrier in my mind. “Cathwulf,” he said with a tight smile. “You’re not like the other residents of the Punishment Pits. Why would you ally with a supernatural criminal destined to destroy the world?” “You’re bluffing,” I said. Hades brought his glass to his lips and took a long sip of his drink. “Queen Hel once testified that Fenrisúlfr and his father brought about Ragnarök. Don’t corrupt your soul out of a futile sense of wolf loyalty.”

All of them said, sitting up straight. “Ragnar……..” A Luna said, and people stopped talking. There were multiple growls, anger as his name came out. “He has been isolated for years, Luna. Refusing to come out after the war, after King Kade’s father killed his father.” Alpha Jude said. Reminding of that time. “And why is he going for the rogues? Is that even possible?” Alpha Atlas asked, stabbing his hand on the large table. “What else can Ragnar work with? His pack was all gone, the entire Kingdom evaporated. And now who does he have left? No one except for the rogues.” Another Luna explained, furious.

"However, there were contradicting reports saying that the deity acted on her own accord that time. It was not to help men but to punish them for offending her. Nonetheless, it was because of this accident that many believed that the Ragnarok will no longer happen." Steve finally concluded and it was only then that Diether raised another question. "But have you read what exactly was written on the prophecy?" "There is no written record about it and was only passed down to generation through the word of mouth. So there was no way for me to tell what exactly it says. However, I happened to hear a thing or two about it. Something about the key to the abyss and releasing the creature of the da

Children's voices answered them from the deep darkness of the well. Ragnar and Lathgertha then began to search for a way to bring the children up from this gaping hole. While they were busy looking everywhere for tools or items that could help, Ragnar continuing to ask questions, learned from Lathgertha that she had been in Jötunheimar for almost twelve moons already. She had traveled with two of her sisters and a convoy of merchants riding horses who had all served as game for the giants after they unknowingly passed through one of Loki's portals.

“So that’s it? No one knows what it is, and we’re supposed to stand here and accept that?” “No,” Rowan said. “We’re not meant to accept it.” Fenrir’s gaze lifted to him. “Then explain what comes next.” Rowan held his gaze for a moment before answering. “There are places that keep records of things like this,” he said. “Not because they understand them fully, but because they’ve learned not to ignore them.” The King’s expression sharpened slightly. “And we don’t?” “We do,” Rowan said. “But not like they do.”