Wrath of the god...

Kragen POV

The cold night air bit at my skin as I strode away from the safe house, leaving Selene behind. Every step I took felt heavier, as though the weight of what I'd just done—what I was about to do—was dragging me down, threatening to pull me under. But I didn't stop. I couldn't. Not now.

My heart was a storm, and the anger that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks finally broke free, moving through me like wildfire. I could still see the look on Selene's face, the way her eyes had widened in fear as she realized what was happening to me. The way she had begged me to stay, to not leave her. But I couldn't stay. I couldn't explain it to her—how much I hated what I was becoming, how much I hated them for doing this to me.

The Fates. Those damned puppeteers pulling the strings of everyone's lives.