CULLEN
The more time we spent in the Vodur realm, the more things felt wrong. I watched Remi like a hawk as she rode beside me with Calder. He kept her firmly between his arms as he held the panthera reigns. She seemed off, but I couldn’t put my finger on why. I hoped it was simply the beast we rode on. My wolf was on edge at the mere sight of it.
Fifi coughed behind me, the smell of smoke intensifying each time she did until it was whisked away on the wind. Vilairus rode by himself on our other side, guiding us through these beyond lands. The panthera moved swiftly, and even I could admit they seemed to move faster than we could on our own without even appearing taxed.
“So how many God race are here?” Sammy asked.
“Three remain,” Vilairus answered.
“Only three?” It seemed like to
