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

of clothes scattering on the ground. A quick

when she saw the

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

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

open, and 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 its heart at the same time the wolf transformed into a man with dark blue hair,

brain for some contingent plan or delay tactic she drew herself away from the fight, careful not to gain unwanted attention to herself. Once a few meters away she turned her back

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

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

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 need to

intoxication, compulsion and intimidation. It made her want to drop to her knees and make vows of her loyalty, before she stroked his back. The

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 an induced haze, Clare turned to see Caidrian still fighting the last wolf. Giving him silent due that he was holding his own, unsurprised, she returned her attention back to the man

wolf bit into Caidrians arm, blood oozed out, “Go Clare, NOW,” before fear or dread even touched