Thea
I am a curse.
White wolf or not, there is no way I could be blessed and be the cause of so many deaths—my mother, Calliope, and now Apollo.
I was robbed of time to love him, and now, I don’t even have time to mourn him.
A harsh growl pulls my eyes away from the hole in Apollo’s chest to the feral man that is towering above me, discarding Apollo’s heart into the river. I feel like my own heart is sinking along with it.
Tears fall freely from my eyes as I scoot myself backward. I turn over, my body shaking as I attempt to get to my feet.
A rough hand grabs my braid, yanking me up and back. Even if I knew the slightest bit of self-defense, I have no false hope that my attempts would do anything to this beast twice my size.
He has a tight hold on me as his cold eyes rake across
