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The gods have killed all the witches.

Well, one of them still survives. And thankfully, her sisters were able to take many of the gods with them. But when a goddess resurfaces to take over the human world, will our heroine accept a call to stop her? Or will she prefer to be left alone and live a simple, peaceful life by herself?

And what will she do if others come expecting her to help? After all, Afena is known to have killed a god by herself. How can she escape that kind of reputation?

Afena Inarenta

It was the first snowing of the year. It fell languidly outside the cave, and had just started when Mercyhowl awoke. Like all lorsul eyes, his looked at everything as if it could bleed, and he longed for that blood to gush through his fangs as they tore the flesh that contained it.

"She needs you, Mercyhowl," the voice of the goddess invaded his mind.

His mate was lying next to him, and up against their bodies, the two little lorsuls she'd birthed a few weeks ago. One with her, the other with him. To get up, Mercyhowl picked up the cub by the scruff. She growled at first, but fell quiet when the scent of her father invaded her nostrils. Hanging from his muzzle, her nostrils flared slightly as she sniffed the air, but closed her red eyes, and went limp. Upon being laid next to her brother, she pressed herself harder against her mother's fur, balled up, and slept.

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