Just a glare from her could send any man to his grave. The woman standing a few meters away with her back turned, blocking his path, was indeed the moon goddess. Her silky voice rang, even as her back was turned.
"Do you know the consequence of what you have done?"
The echo of her voice filled the woods, even the bats flew away. Denzel had no intention to leave until he got what he wanted. "I don't care. You haven't been fair to me."
"I gave you strength and wisdom." The silky voice rang again, but Denzel did not care that she was angry. She was responsible for pairing their kind, so how could she have given Valerie a man like Tristan?
If Denzel was not there on that fateful day, no doubt that she would have been killed. Now that he met the moon goddess for the first time, he began to call out her shortcomings.
"You took all my loved ones. You allowed them to die."
