A Year Later
"Where is she?" Viktor frowned at Tyson, before looking around.
"Don't worry about her, she'll join us soon," Tyson reassured, relaxing against the wall.
Viktor spotted her, a smile playing on his lips immediately.
"There she is," he grinned, looking at her with pride in his eyes.
"She's a freaking Goddess," Tyson muttered, staring at her in awe. "I'm still not used to that purple glow in her eye. Looks so good on her."
"Monica King," Viktor pulled her into a hug, tapping her back. "You never fail to amaze us."
She grinned, shrugging, before she wiped away the blood from her cheek. "It got a little messy, though."
"What's a Warrior Wolf that doesn't make a mess?" Tyson smirked, walking up to her. He placed his hand on the back of her neck, and pressed his lips aga
