Girl With The Golden-Cat Eyes 47 15

Another discovery was that this wolf was muscular. Beneath that fur, powerful muscles fired off. And after what seemed like hours, it had become a comfort to know that this wolf had the strength to carry her safely away from the undead hordes behind them. It was something she should've come to expect. He was the mythical lion-sized wolf, Fenrir.

And this wolf needed her help. She'd been blessed by his mistress, and if the story was true, it'd been the Creator of the World that had heeded her call. The sheer gravity of that knowledge hadn't sat well in her. Such things as "Why her?" or " Why not?" Of all the bad in the world, why had she answered her? Another frightening thought was that this G.o.ddess had imprinted herself on Layla.

By Fenrir's words, this meant her blessing wasn't a one-time thing. The initial power had faded from her, but it'd eventually come back once her body had acclimated to it.

("I'm a priestess...") Layla thought to herself.

This Cyril had made her priestess. She hadn't asked for that kind of power, only the power to survive. What had also shaken her was that Fenrir had admitted that it may have been given by mistake. Layla just couldn't believe that.

"You'll see what I mean when you meet her." Fenrir had said.

Layla had only been familiar with the vengeful demon G.o.d Hades to the north; his tendrils of corruption had seeped under the Sentinel mountains and created monsters on lands of light. Then there was the G.o.d of Light, Alistair to the west. Each played their little power games, and each was locked in an eternal battle. Each calculating and wise in their own regard, as the stories went. But an all-powerful G.o.ddess that didn't understand her own powers?

Had she inadvertently tied herself to an idiot...?

Amiss her thoughts, the wind began to turn violently around them. Layla looked back, startled by the sudden change. What greeted her was a wall of snow that began rose from between the mountains, somewhere on the outskirts of Quinn's Wood. It had a stark resemblance to the dust storms of the Endless Sands of the south. In fact-

"Blizzard spell!" Fenrir snarled over the howling wind.
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"That's a f.u.c.king spell?!" Layla screamed. "That's not a f.u.c.king blizzard spell, no one is powerful enough to raise a storm that large!"

"Any Demi-G.o.d and above can," Fenrir said.

Layla kept her reply to herself. She had enough of these monstrous events being thrown at her one after another. She just needed one thing to just go right today...

"I'll protect you," Fenrir said as he picked up speed.

"Why would you do that?" Layla said into his ear.

"Because you're one of hers now, and that makes you family," Fenrir said. "Family is everything."

She didn't see it, but Fenrir smiled. They lurched forward as Fenrir began to pick up the pace. The storm brewed violently behind them as snow rose from the ground before tumbling down. It was a tsunami of snow that devoured the forest before it. It was not a natural storm at all, and that was what gave away what it was. A spell of death, coming for all.

Layla prayed the Creator since she was now a priestess, that Fenrir would hold himself to his word. Fenrir, however, felt his bond warm gently. A large X over his heart. A promise. A bond worth more than his life. A purpose. It was his love and hers...