Nike had made her way south. Her memories were hazy, but they were coming back to her with a harsh slap to the face. Almight, her memories cooed. The Order. The Wolf. Fuck, what had really happened to her?
The winds carried her south. South to a land that had been once familiar to her. A land that she would cuff in stride. She had been to the lands here before— her duty was to bed the Scion of the Nightwalkers. Had he still been here, then? Had Almight lurked any of the corners? Did he worry for her, too?
It didn't fucking matter.
Who she wanted, what she needed was to see the Boss of the Nightwalkers, not their sorry for an excuse of an heir. Almight never had the balls to claim her for what she could create. What she could bend at her will. But that night that she had met the Boss, she knew that he had what it took to carve out his army in history.
Nike only wanted to be at the center of its history.
So as she breached the Woods, she would leave her scent on the trees. Her glands would brush against the bark, only on the edges. I'm here, her brain cooed, her perfume lingered. Come find me.
The winds carried her south. South to a land that had been once familiar to her. A land that she would cuff in stride. She had been to the lands here before— her duty was to bed the Scion of the Nightwalkers. Had he still been here, then? Had Almight lurked any of the corners? Did he worry for her, too?
It didn't fucking matter.
Who she wanted, what she needed was to see the Boss of the Nightwalkers, not their sorry for an excuse of an heir. Almight never had the balls to claim her for what she could create. What she could bend at her will. But that night that she had met the Boss, she knew that he had what it took to carve out his army in history.
Nike only wanted to be at the center of its history.
So as she breached the Woods, she would leave her scent on the trees. Her glands would brush against the bark, only on the edges. I'm here, her brain cooed, her perfume lingered. Come find me.
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