Kael took a step back to keep his distance from the Goddess Seraphim, who had suddenly appeared before him.

No matter how beautiful her form might be, the one standing before Kael at that moment was the Goddess of Death—the only goddess in the clan’s history whom no one was ever allowed to worship.

For she was the enemy of both humans and wolves.

“Why have you come here?” Kael asked softly.

A low, harsh, and terrifying chuckle sent a chill down Kael’s spine.

As a precaution, when the Goddess Seraphim suddenly spread her white wings, Kael bared his claws and fangs. His eyes glowed—like crystals. No longer were they...