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Thor

My blood ran cold. The truth was obvious now. Every gruesome bit.

“It was you,” I said, kneeling before my mother. From my position, I could also see my father, only a few feet beyond. I could no longer hear his ragged breathing, no longer see his crest rising. He was dead.

My mother had killed him.

But that death, the poison she’d drunk, wasn’t meant for her mate, my father