Senna’s POV

I stood fixed in place as Thor came barreling at me. I didn’t understand. What was wrong with him? Why did he look like that?

The whole thing was so unnerving. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. But I didn’t know what.

“Thor,” I said. “It’s me. Senna.”

He glared at me and kept running. It was as though he didn’t recognize my voice at all.

His collar had spikes on it. He was wearing only a loose pair of shorts. His muscles rippled as he ran.

As he got closer, I saw that he had burn scars and knife scars all over his chest. I heard...