Angus by Sydney Addae

Author:Sydney Addae [Addae, Sydney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-11-23T23:00:00+00:00

“Every thousand years, Nicromja is allowed to challenge me over the right to rule the wolves. He has exercised this right once in five thousand years, not including this year. He has a small group of worshipers who have done everything within their power to make Nicromja relevant even though he shows no interest in resuming his responsibilities.”

Aching for his mate, Silas half-listened.

“Drink this, it will help.” She passed him a translucent glass with fluid.

He took several sips of the bittersweet beverage. Within seconds the gaping hole in his soul filled with his mate’s essence even though he couldn’t speak to her. “Thank you. It’s hard to focus without her.”

She smiled. “I know. Your mate is special. She attacked me when I took you.”

Silas wasn’t surprised, he would have done the same thing. His mate loved him and was very protective. Even though he could take on the biggest and baddest fighters, his heart warmed knowing she struck out on his behalf. “Is she alright?”

“Oh yes. She’s smart, knows her rights as your mate and invoked something I hadn’t remembered.” She shook her head. “So many forget the power of the mate bond.” She looked at Silas. “I need a champion to fight Nicromja’s champion. Both must be full-bloods and the fight is to the death. There can only be one God and one champion. Do you understand why I called you?”

Silas nodded. He had no concerns over fighting, his skills were top notch. “After the challenger is defeated, I go home to my den and pack?”

“Yes.”

“Until when? Another thousand years pass?”

“Possibly. We shall see. This challenge is different.”

“How?”

“I cannot explain more. Rest and when the time comes, I will send for you.” She left him alone in the room.

“Nicromja? Where have I heard that name before?” He sat at the table, staring at the wall. “Nicromja… Nicromja.” He straightened in his chair. “Barticus was a vessel or something of this god.” He tried his mental link to contact the Alpha and couldn’t. Goddess, he hoped Barticus wasn’t the challenger. The man’s pack was huge and would give Nicromja an instant army on the continent. Plus, Silas and Barticus were friends, allies. But if Barticus was Nicromja’s vessel, he’d be duty bound to fight, just as Silas was. What a cluster fuck.

He stood, looked around the room. Nothing but a bed, table, and chair. No windows or doors that he could see. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed Barticus would challenge him on behalf of Nicromja. Now he understood the Goddess’ reticence and the suggestion he rest. This battle wouldn’t be easy but he would win.

Losing his den, his pack, and mate were not an option. With this last thought, he walked over to the bed and lay down. “I will not lose.”

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