Atlas’ POV
The White Winged Wolf… She’s alive and of age. She’s mated and marked. The prophecy is unfolding perfectly. I had no idea when I went to do recon for Arthur Godfrey’s request that I would come upon her. I could have killed them without warning since they came out alone but when I saw her shift, I couldn’t do it. The only way to have a pure werewolf race without other supernaturals is to fight this war and kill her.
“What’s on your mind, love?” my mate and Luna says bringing me out of my train of thought.
“Nothing, dear. Just daydreaming.” I respond. She has no idea of the prophecy or my side business as a contract killer. I’d like to keep it that way.
“I’m going to take some time to myself in my study. I’ll be down for dinner, okay?” I say standing as I kiss her forehead a
