Celestial Wulf Chronicles Book# 5 Sacrifice's

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Their mates, escorted with all my celestial wulf guardian children, approach. Each takes positions all alongside surrounding Lycaon's body, waiting. Skin, blood, muscles, and bones. Will never touch this plane again. Never will he return. He will be utterly devoured.

Saying my ultimate words before allowing my grandchildren to satisfy themselves in their justice. "Know this, Lycaon, as you pass forever into the abyss of darkness. The most powerful of my children as celestial guardians, seer, and Mother, was ESTRELLA SUAREZ. Not because I blessed her with her gifts. No Lycaon. For ESTRELLA was blessed, yes but not by me, but one she most believed in. Our Father OLOFI, Olofi of us all. It was he who gave Estrella with her gifts. OUR FATHER himself has ordered your death at their jaws. THAT'S WHY SHE WAS MY MOST PRECIOUS! Estrella's oath was to our father... To end this vicious cycle... and dearest Lycaon,"

Wrath-filled orbs pulsate empyreal power. Steely chilled toward father. "... Estrella has completed it. Your demise at the jaws of her cubs. THAT WAS HER OATH! In killing her, you ignorantly set this matter in motion, and for that. I thank you. You will never return. Goodbye, Lycaon, FOREVER. I WILL GIVE YOUR REGARDS TO YOUR MISTRESS. For you; Never will." fire in my orbs shifts to meet theirs. It is time.

"I will give my children their justice. Lycaon." My weight gripping the handles of my blades and tightening is their signal. "There is only one way to kill an immortal. Therefore Father chose My children." Knowing by his decree, they will exact it. When they are done. I will take his head.

Limbs ripped from his body, pinned beneath spirits wulves, wheezed anguish, grunts carry melodically to my ears. Unable to move, Only Lycaon's eyes shift, scanning, barely able to see snarling beasts approaching. Their salivating clicking jaws froth mercilessly as if rabid. Witnessing this, I savor it.

Their extended hackles appear as porcupine quills from behind their ears to the tip of their rigidly held tails. Ethereal energy crackles like a campfire, releasing its power. They encircle Lycaon's body and wait. My burning orbs shift my gaze to each of them, sneering before returning to Lycaon. Lycaon sees my sneer, which never left my face, now broadens, exposing my teeth. Uttering the final words Lycaon will ever hear. "Goodbye... Husband."

With but a single nod, my guardians lunge forward, and the rising soprano chords Lycaon releases... are exquisite. The sound of snarling beasts rises. Lycaon's bellows echo into the night air, combine with flesh being torn and consumed. This is why they were chosen for their wulf nature's lethal brand of justice.

Goddess's words reach me. But there is no emotion of pity touched within me or any of my pack. My mother is dead because of him. We stood. Waiting. Until green light, our bloodlust building is given, then, as if a gun were fired. We attack. Oya leans onto her blades. Tightening her grip, Oya pulls them free without taking the bastard's head yet, giving us our cue. Oya stands back, allowing we, her guardian wulves, to exact their rightful justice.

With snapping salivated jowls, pack lunges full force at Lycaon. Beneath their eviscerating jaws, protective chest bones are mere twigs. Their boney protection is whimsical as jaws rip open Lycaon's chest cavity, exposing his innards. The twins tear and consume him from their position below him, his legs. By my side, Crimson rips open his father's left side devouring his exposed liver and organs. Randall roars, attacking Lycaon's right side from his breastplate as carmen attack his abdominal cavity. With a downwards lunge, Celestra's blood-soaked head disappears, slurping Lycaons entrails. Shifting my gaze downwards, I witness the twins ripping and swallow his remaining lower legs: bone marrow and all.

I sense the Goddess's gaze on me, watching the carnage. I had not joined them. That vile bastard whose body they now consume. Within my heart burns One emotion between my brother and myself; hate.