Dravena pov

Lucien. Claude. Silas.

I remembered that day clearly, the day the Goddess created them. I had watched from afar, perched on clouds, tail lazily flicking in boredom, eyes half-lidded, ready to drift off again… but I didn’t.

Why?

Because that day had been different. The Goddess had been different.

She took her time shaping those three men, molded them into perfection, gifted them immense beauty, immense strength, immerse power, enough to rival anyone in the world.

But most of all, she gave them a white wolf.

Wolves only second to me.

It was rare for the Goddess to bless someone with such a wolf, and when I asked...