A couple sat in a library. The fireplace was crackling and the heat was barley doing anything to hide the bitter cold of the wind coming through the open window. Both are tense, and fear was clearly seen in their eyes. The women had long dark hair sweeping behind her. She looked young, but her eyes told a different story.
"I'm worried" she started, "We haven't heard from her in weeks, she should be here by now".
"She's strong" the burly man replied.
The women scuffed, "Strong has nothing to do with it. There are millions who want her dead. Or worse".
The man looked softly at her "I know our Astrid. She can survive anything".
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Army of Death
FantasyAstrid is a monster. She shouldn't exist. Herrmate and Shapeshifters have been at war since the beginning of time. Mating between them isn't only forbidden, it's impossible. Astrid is the impossible. She is the most dangerous thing to walk the Earth...
