Chapter 83 In The Name Of Love

• Sebastian
• My wolf did not mistake the scent. It was indeed Athena's— The warmth and touch of roses and honeysuckles, the sweet touch of it against my lungs as I breathed it in every second I advanced towards where she perhaps was, told me that this heavenly smell belonged to none but her— My Athena.
• I did even care about the words I had given her to meet her again. Her life was in danger and I'd do anything to save her even if it makes her hate me even more.