I thought that my biggest problem was a curse that turned me into a golden retriever instead of a wolf.
Then I accidentally took on a second curse that bound my fate to that of the world’s. If I die, everyone else goes down in flames too. Ragnarök is now in my hands.
Great. Talk about pressure I don’t need.
Did I mention everyone trying to kill me?
My mate.
My brothers.
My mother.
What a clusterfluck.
Add in Loki, Freya, and a host of the Norse pantheon to the mix, each one trying to manipulate me to follow their own plans, and you’ve got a recipe for chaos.
What’s a girl to do?
Find a new path that no one expects, and run straight into the arms of disaster.
Or as some might call it….straight into the arms of Havoc.
