It was an intense moment.

Zarion promised me peace. And yet…”He allowed himself to be persuaded by Brandon’s offer of war.” I felt betrayed, my legs felt weak from running.

As I ran away from Zarion and Brandon, I found myself in the foggy embrace of the Misty Forest. Rage consumed me like wildfire. It was my reason to take a backseat to the fury burning in my veins.

Someone graced through the thick fog like a Queen walking the red carpet to her palace. The sight of Hestia now leading a group of Rogues as if they are her pack and they are their Alpha and showing signs of...