The Fallen King

“What I will have. The purge will wipe clear the world of the undesirables and I shall begin again. My children will rule by sun and moon and no one will stand in their way.” Aeron straightened his spine and stood tall, facing the salty wind. “The Seven Sisters are dead. It’s a new era. Soon, the new Seven will rise to claim the world in my name.”

Leto regarded the sliver of the moon hanging in the dark sky above them. “As it was prophesied...”

“As it was prophesied,” Aeron agreed. “I will not forget my vow to you, Leto. The wolves will once again be strong and not feral beasts lurking in the shadows.”

“As long as you do not keep your promise to me in the same manner as you kept your promise to Carlotta, I will stand with you.”

Aeron regarded the woman beside him that was virtually a goddess. She was beautiful, deadly, cruel, and powerful. A worthy ally in every regard. If Vanora was not his prophesied future, he would have tried to woo Leto into his bed and make her his queen. Instead, he was determined to have the She-Wolf at his side as his most trusted general. Yet, he wondered how long their truce could truly last. Once he claimed the world, would she turn on him? He supposed he would have to wait and see.

“Leto, Carlotta is a child. You are a trusted ally. I will not break my word to you.”

Leto gave him a curt nod. “Then all is well.”

“All is well,” Aeron agreed.

The ship sailed onward toward Houston.