Chapter 35

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Six thousand years into the future.

Hundreds of werewolves gathered around the hall, pushing each other and elbowing ribs for a chance to get a better view. The children could hear squeaks of trainers and the occasional grunt in pain. One little girl climbed through her mother's legs and pushed her way to the front, just in time to see the God effortlessly tackle the angel to the ground.

"Mummy!" she yelled over the claps and the cheers. "I want to be like Jacota when I'm big!"

Jeronah laid on his back with his wings sprawled out wide, once again defeated by the keeper of lightning, the God of wolves, and the God of Gods.

Jacota held out his hand and pulled the angel to his feet.

"Why do I bother trying?" Jeronah grinned while patting his back and leaving the centre of the hall.

Jacota looked around at the faces, taking his picture and wanting his attention. Without any more time to waste, he bowed, and the crowd roared in delight when he vanished right in front of their eyes. Anthony chuckled, taking the God's place. The werewolves calmed down so he could speak.

"As you know, Jacota is a very busy man, and you are incredibly lucky to see him perform today. Beating an angel not only proves his strength and stamina, but it also confirms how privileged we are to have him as our leader. Thank you all for coming today. Please, if you could leave the hall calmly, that would be greatly appreciated." Anthony turned, and Jeronah flashed him out of there before the werewolves could hound him for autographs, pictures, and information about the God and his son. "Big turn out," he said when they landed in the garden.

"Not surprising. Jacota is a royal after all. Werewolves travel from all over the country to get a simple glimpse of him."

"Fame is a frightening thing." Anthony greeted his wife with a hug and a kiss. Margo stood by the rose bush with a watering can. Her summer dress floated in the breeze. "Ah, my beautiful wife," Anthony said, earning him a wink.

"I'm sweaty, muddy, and I'm sure there's grass in my hair," Margo replied, trying to wipe hair from her eyes with thick gardening gloves.

"Just how it should be." Anthony took the watering can, wanting to help while Jeronah entered the kitchen through the back door, just as Jacota landed in front of him.

"Took a detour?" the angel questioned.

"Yes." Jacota turned with arms full of snacks and disappeared up the stairs to get a shower. He passed Sam on his travels and asked where his brother was.

"He's gone out with your dad for a few hours," Sam beamed, taking the snacks from him. "I'll put these in the living room. I hope you don't mind that we're watching a horror film?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No, we were outvoted again," Sam chuckled, leaving him to shower.

"Hurry up," Hunter thought, making Jacota's heart fluttered at the sound of his voice.

"I'll take as long as I like," Jacota thought back, smiling to himself in the bathroom. He could almost picture the eye roll.

"I'll eat all of your snacks if you take too long."

Now that was a threat.

"If you touch my crisps you're sleeping on the floor tonight."

"Worth it."

Jacota paused, debating going all the way downstairs until he heard footsteps and smelt his mate. Seconds later, Hunter appeared by the door with a cheeky grin.

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