Hades POV

Zillah’s red-and-silver wolf hung suspended in midair, unable to move, standing on all fours. She looked like one of the wolves that HUMANS stuffed and mounted in their hunting lodges.

The field that trapped her smelled of burnt offerings. When he channeled the Dark Goddess’ power to create the field, Hades felt nauseous. 

Fenrir’s guts, would this ever stop?

Could he ever just rest?

His body ached and his mouth tasted of dry dust. Dust from the ...