House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

He shrugged, as he walked further and tilted his head, “Beats me, when you find out I would love to know.”

Slapping away the mosquito bitting her leg, she caught the worry crease on Caidrians forehead. Following the direction of his gaze, she peeped down. It took everything in her not to scream, she hadn’t noticed that they were walking up a spiral, heading toward a mountains peak. So lost in conversation, not paying much attention to her surroundings. Or lack of…

It wasn’t long after, she caught the blurred movement of white hair, unfortunately, that was no rabbits, but hair attached to the skin, which meant one thing, “Caidrian, what’s going on?”,

Not sparing her a glance, he answered, “I’m not sure, they’re Asguardians.”

Ok, “Are they good or bad?”

“THEY are the Angel's offspring.” She relaxed at that, and muttered: “Good then.”

“I can’t change it, let’s move.” She didn't argue as they hurried back on the path making tracks.

Frozen mid-step when a pack of wolves appeared in the front of her, four, to be exact, she stuttered, “Ah, Caidrian, w..what are we gonna do.”

a loss for words but those thoughts were quickly dispelled into a rage when the

tall thin tree, she skittered across the pathway. The plastic and contents of clothes scattering on the ground. A quick glance over her shoulder, she watched Caidrian fighting the wolves. Some of them howled as he flung them across the pathway like they were nothing more than stray dogs, he wasn’t fighting with all

she saw the Asguardians

the edge of the high drop as he beheaded the wolf with one quick glide of his

was having a concussion when she saw the body turn into a headless woman, naked. Across from her the

third howl. Caidrian pierced the sword through

in her line of sight. Raking her brain for some contingent plan or delay tactic she drew herself away from the fight, careful not to gain

from the nearest tree blocking her from the Angels spawn Clare squeaked before losing balance. Expecting to hit the hard ground, she gasped as

glowing like the gleam of a predator, giving only the faintest semblance of his features. Instinctive, and compelled like an invisible magnet, her hand shot out to caress his face. He let her go so quickly, positive she would have fallen this time for real if some invisible force didn't keep her in place. Disappointment stark when she looked up only to be greeted by the hooded males back. Which meticulously blocked her from the Asguardians he now held in assembly. Brushing away the thought as another howl filled the

his demeanor, that Kalbreal who she would have described as a strong powerful male didn't even niche the raw strength from this hooded man. From his broad-shouldered back to his stance as he shielded her,

stranger to her eyes was intoxication, compulsion and intimidation. It made her want to drop to her knees and

bowed to no man. And

look like a warrior’s suit. Eventually with curt nods they turned around and walked back down. As though just awakened from

as a grey wolf bit into Caidrians arm, blood oozed out, “Go Clare, NOW,” before fear