Blood dripped from my claws and fingertips, seeping slowly into the white snow covering the ground. The cold air bit at my skin, but I felt nothing. Nothing except the burning desire to crush what remained of the gods standing before me.

  I crouched beside Hojlund and stared at him with utter boredom, waiting for that foolish man to awaken from his deep slumber.

  “Ugh... Where am I?” His eyes fluttered open, his body trembling as consciousness crept back to him.

  A thin smile spread across my lips. I greeted him in a light tone, “Finally awake?”

  His eyes widened the moment he noticed my presence. “Fenrir...” he whispered, voice thick with fear.

  Ah, that expression. The fear of a once-proud warrior who had placed too much confidence in himself. I savored every bit of it.

  I didn’t answer. I simply let my tail sway lazily behind me, ears perked to the sound of his heartbeat quickening in panic.

  “What happened? Where are my brothers?” His gaze darted around, desperately trying to make sense of the situation.

  I watched him notice H?rd’s headless body lying in the distance, the blood still pouring from his chest. Then, his eyes locked onto Svart, lying stiff with a gaping hole in his torso.

  I could hear the hitch in his breath, see the tremble of disbelief in his eyes.

  And then...

  “Damn it... DAMN IIIIT!!” His scream echoed through the valley.

  I could feel the pain in his voice, a raw mixture of rage, regret, and despair.

  I strolled leisurely around him, my tail flicking lazily through the air. I wanted to savor his reaction a little longer. I wanted to watch his heart crumble, just as mine had been shattered by the gods all those years ago.

  “What have you done?!”

  A soft chuckle escaped my lips. “What have I done?” I leaned in, letting my golden eyes pierce straight into his soul. “I merely returned the favor for everything you all once did to me.”

  He gritted his teeth.

  I could see the hatred surging through him, spilling over so fiercely that his hands trembled as he reached for his sword. Staggering on unsteady legs, he lunged at me with a swing that was utterly pathetic.

  I dodged every strike effortlessly, stepping lightly as if dancing across the snow.

  “That’s all you’ve got?” I taunted, grinning. “No wonder you couldn’t protect the fat one or the headless one.”

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  His face hardened, eyes burning red with fury. “Shut up!”

  He attacked again, sloppier this time. His strikes were wild, aimless, like a child swinging a toy sword.

  Good.

  I let him keep attacking, let him swing his blade pointlessly, driven only by desperation.

  Tears began to spill down his cheeks. “They were strong, brave... more than that, they were my brothers-in-arms!”

  “Brave?” I scoffed. “To me, they were nothing but trash. Weak and full of fear. Barking at the weak but cowering before the strong. Yata is more of a gentle than any of you could ever be.”

  “How dare you insult good people like them, you monster!”

  “Good people, huh?”

  I stopped, unmoving, lowering my gaze in silence.

  Hojlund seized the chance, swinging his sword down at me from above. “Take this!”

  Clang.

  His strike met nothing but my fingers. With a single, effortless squeeze, his blade shattered like a brittle twig.

  The rage on his face melted instantly, replaced by pure terror.

  I seized him by the throat and lifted him high. “Of all the trash spilling from your mouth, I didn’t expect that to be the thing you’d say.”

  I stared into his panicked eyes as he squirmed, trying to break free from my grip.

  “Ugh... what... do you mean?”

  “Do you know,” I whispered, letting the venom drip from my voice, “good people don’t torture the weak. Good people don’t kill without reason. Good people aren’t arrogant bastards who see everyone else as filth beneath their feet. Are you really the good people you think you are?”

  His eyes trembled. He tried to speak, but my choking grip stole his breath away.

  “Nothing to say? Are you mute, like your brother?”

  “Kukuku.”

  The man suddenly chuckled without reason. I raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with you? Have you gone mad from despair already?”

  His gaze sharpened, fury and blind conviction suddenly flashing through his eyes. “You’re the evil one! You’re destined to destroy Asgard! You—”

  Crack.

  I slammed him into the rock behind him. The sound of breaking bones echoed in the cold air as shards of stone scattered around us.

  “You all made me this way!” My voice shook with rage. “All because of some foolish prophecy that might not even come true, you tore me away from my family! You shackled me here, cast me aside like garbage!”

  He lay there, silent now, his face filled with hopelessness.

  “Odin’s prophecy will come true,” he finally murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

  My fists clenched.

  I drove my foot hard into his chest, ribs cracking beneath the pressure.

  “That’s your excuse?” I pressed down harder. “Just because Odin’s prophecy might come true, you think you had the right to steal my freedom?”

  I could see his face turn pale, hear his pitiful groans for mercy. But I was far beyond mercy now.

  “I’ll end this now. There’s no point dragging this out.” I took a deep breath, stepping back as I whispered a single word. “Forvandle.”

  A thin mist began to swirl around me. I felt my bones stretch, my muscles shift, and my claws sharpen into deadly talons. I could hear the sickening creak of flesh and bone rearranging, power surging through every fiber of my being.

  When the mist cleared, the beautiful girl I had once appeared to be was gone. In her place stood a massive black-furred wolf, eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

  Hojlund tried to rise, but I moved swiftly, slamming a paw down onto his chest.

  “Aaargh!” He screamed again, trembling beneath my claws. His eyes begged for mercy, but I offered none.

  “It’s been a while since I had quality meat,” I muttered.

  “Y-You’re joking, right?”

  I only grinned in response. Then, without hesitation, I sank my fangs into his arm, tearing it clean from his body.

  His screams echoed through the entire valley.

  I savored every bite, every rip of flesh as I shredded his body apart. Satisfaction filled me with each of his desperate pleas for mercy.

  I didn’t care. I didn’t stop.

  I tore and devoured until, at last, Hojlund’s final breath escaped him.