The moon goddess nodded, her expression calm, her ancient eyes holding centuries of wisdom and sorrow.
"Yes, you and Voren have strong powers and strength but only the buff wolf has the ability to go into the underground fortress of the Lycans and come out alive. It's just the way I made him. If things had gone as I planned, you and Ravyn would have either brought down the Lycans to their knees, made them slaves until they returned to me, or signed a peace treaty with them."
"So what are you saying now?" Voren asked, not liking this. His jaw tightened, his arms tightening around Seraphine. His voice was sharp, edged with barely contained fury. "That we can't take down the Lycans now?"
"What I'm saying is." The moon goddess explained, her voice patient but firm, each word carrying the weight of divine judgment.
