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.”

words but those thoughts were quickly dispelled into a rage when the wolves jumped

was no mistaking the wolf's hunger for flesh. Clare shuddered to knock her head on 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

“Caidrian,” when she saw the

as he beheaded

into a headless woman, naked. Across from her the head rolled, resembling a ball wrapped in blue hair, and red liquid.

eyes wide Clare swiveled to the howl of another wolf. Spine ramrod her body turned instinctively toward a third howl. Caidrian pierced the sword through

careful not to gain unwanted attention

before losing balance. Expecting to hit the

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

potent about 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, he screamed leader. She thought of Kalbreal, the way he always looked down on people, his head always held high, but this man wasn’t like that, he didn't

the pull she had to him. This stranger to her eyes was intoxication, compulsion and intimidation. It made her want to drop to her knees and make vows of her

to no man. And

as the Asguardians conversed softly with this man who made the monarchy robe, look like a warrior’s suit. Eventually with curt nods they turned around and walked back down. As though just awakened from an induced haze, Clare turned to see Caidrian still fighting

there. She spun around as a grey wolf bit into Caidrians arm, blood oozed out, “Go Clare, NOW,” before fear