Glitter
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.
⚠️ Content warnings: Graphic violence, confinement, torture, sexual assault.