Fenrir and Warg were on their way to the underground cell, where Salome was detained until the Southern Alpha Convocation decided what they were going to do to her. By the local laws, she was under their full power. Although Fenrir hated leaving Astrea alone even for a moment, he also knew that Warg would get himself in trouble if he didn’t see the witch.
“She’ll be fine,” he commented, watching his creation pacing over the small elevator space.
“You can make everything fine right now,” the first lycan looked at him with his brows furrowed, that half-begging, half-expectant expression on his tired face. “No offence, Rir, but you can destroy this building, free our friend, take Astrea, and we can all go home.”
“I wish it was as easy as this,” the wolf god grunted. “If I do that, someone
