"Well, what are we waiting for?" Angelo asked as they got outside to see what was happening. Nothing about this would turn out well, and he knew it. He knew the warriors wanted the Falci's blood, and he knew he had no reason to keep them from having it.
They wanted to pay her back for all the pain she caused them. They wanted her to have a pinch of what she had made them into. The monsters thrived on the very idea that someday, the goddess would grant them the falci.
Even Carl wanted his mother's blood, so who was Angelo to stop them anyway? They were all angry. After her attack that left half the kingdom dead, the falci had left, but the wolves who remained home were angry.
They were without their mates, and they had lost their children and families. They had been forced to watch the hunters and the shadow demons devour their people like they were nothing. They had been forced to be weak even though they were strong.
