Joran banged his fist on the door, awaiting a reply, while his brother burned a hole at the back of his head with his eyes. He could feel Fenrir’s patience growing thin, and this was not how he planned for everything to go between the four of them. He was supposed to be the one in power since he practically owned Astrea.
You don’t even have Bjorn! Her words rang in his mind repeatedly since the moment he left her.
The words that stung him.
“If this is another trick of yours, I swear I will find a way to replace Hel with you in the underworld realm!” Fenrir promised, his voice dark and unyielding.
“That’s not it!” The dragon said through clenched teeth. “I cannot sense the tattoo, which means that a divine weapon was used on her! And that could mean that Vidar has her!”
“If he has her,
