She had woken up from a dream of Auora, woken with a start and the sharp memory of having spoken to her beautiful, loving sister, whole and happy. The dream had faded but she remembered distinctly the urgent words her sister spoke. Go, follow your destiny. Wait no longer. She knew it was time. More, she knew where.
Her biggest failure in her oath to Raisa had been losing the children to Virgil Olympus. Virgil Olympus, who should have cared more about Raisa's children than her own selfish wants but instead stole them away from their appointed guardian. Olympus, which had so changed Svetlana that she had turned on her family in hate. Olympus which had left Kassander a fearful introvert.
The Xanilovs would have vengeance.
She would have vengeance.
It was night when she stepped into the battlefield, the moon hanging heavy and silver overhead. Her eyes gleamed and glistened like liquid mercury in its light. Night - her time. Now was the time to act, regardless of the storms lashing the continent. The gods watched over her, held her within their gaze and she would not fail them.
She tipped her head back and sent out a ringing demand for the alpha of Olympus to show themselves before her that she could take away the pack they did not deserve to hold. She cared not that Virgil Olympus no longer ruled there. They had allowed Virgil to run rampant too long and their indolence would cost them dearly. Olympus would be hers.
