The Froekn howled in response.
Then Fenrir leaned in to say, “We need some action. It's been too long since we've had a good hunt.”
Unfortunately, Fenrir didn't mean the kind of hunting my Intare did. The Froekn used to be assassins for the Gods until I became one of them and changed things.
“Fine, but you'll all have to eat some apple,” Trevor said.
“Is that some of the modern jargon you kids throw around these days?”
“No, he means that you'll have to take a bite of a fey apple,” I said. “Jerry's Angels will all be empowered by the magic apples he stole from the Golden Citadel, so we'll need to do the same to match his strength.”
“I'm down!” Ty said.
Ty—short for TryggulfR—looked so much like Trevor, except with a slightly wider face and blue eyes, that it was like seeing two Trevors standing there.
“You're talking about the apples with Wild Magic?” Fenrir asked.
“Yes,” Azrael said as he joined us. “The Wild Magic will temporarily enhance your magic.”
“We'll be megawolves,” Ty said to his father.
“I already am the Megawolf,” Fenrir said.
“Then imagine how strong you'll be after taking a bite of an apple,” Azrael said.
“You sound like a drug dealer,” Trevor said to Az. To his father, he said, “Dad, are you sure you want to do this?”
“It's only temporary, right?”
“Yes, but it reacts differently with everyone.”
“It will be fine, Son. I can handle a fucking apple.”
Trevor grimaced, then glared at the grinning Ty. “Don't think I don't know it was you who told Dad.”
“Of course, it was me,” Ty said brightly. “As if I was going to let you keep us out of an epic battle.”
“With the fucking Christians,” UnnúlfR—blond, beautiful, and a bit of a dick—added.
“Youshould have told me,” Fenrir said to Trevor. “No more of this 'it's not the Froekn's fight' bullshit. If you go to war, we will be beside you.”
“Thank you, Dad.” Trevor hugged his father.
While they hugged, I hugged Emma, Fenrir's human wife. Emma, like Kaitlin, had eaten an Apple of Immortality—not to be confused with the Wild Magic apples—but she was still technically human, without any god magic. Which meant that she came to the parties, but not the wars. Immortal didn't mean invulnerable.
“Hey, Emma. How are you?” I asked.
“Wonderful. Though, I'm a little nervous about another war.” She shot a look at her husband. “He thinks he's invincible.”
“Werewolves.” I shrugged.
“Congratulations on the birth of your baby. How is she?”
“She's perfect. I miss her.”
“Is she a redhead?”
“Yep. I think we got her right.” I chuckled. “Such a strange thing to say. But she's the last of them.”
