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.”

obvious Caidrian was at a loss for words but those thoughts were quickly dispelled into a

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 he flung them across the pathway like they were nothing more than stray dogs, he wasn’t fighting with all

“Caidrian,” when she

back bent, slightly over the edge of the high drop as he beheaded the wolf with one quick glide of his sword.

when she saw the body turn into a headless woman,

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

Raking her 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 on the fight and lifted her hands to

balance. Expecting to hit the hard ground, she gasped as a huge male arm surrounded her waist, holding

eyes 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

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

to her eyes was intoxication, compulsion and intimidation. It made her want to drop to her knees and make vows of her loyalty, before she

to no man. And Clare feared

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

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