Ever since Oril saved my head I had been enjoying chilled air at Sasha’s Hades and also training hard for the impending last battle. These days I rarely saw much of Jamole and his band of shifters. I knew I wasn’t supposed to see any one because the hardened preparations for the last battle had stolen away the attentions of every shifter.

By the luck which the moon goddess bestowed on me, I had regained over eighty pounds by training hard. If I must see my mate alive and reunite with the immortality pack then I have to train hard to survive the last battle as a mortal shifter.

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