Chapter 88. Myrrha and the Love Nectar

Celeste’s POV

Nyra and I had just driven away the fourth delta of the Dreadmaw pack, but deeper in the humid jungle, an even more desperate and life-threatening battle was unfolding. Sia and Lorian were trapped in the clutches of the Goddess Rene, who had shifted into her imposing purple-and-white Lycan form.

All around them, hundreds of sinuous tree-root tendrils writhed and twisted, each one poised to impale them at the slightest provocation. In this fearsome guise, The Goddess moved with astonishing speed; her enhanced agility and acrobatic prowess let her slip effortlessly around every vicious lunge the roots could muster.

Lorian’s resistance to the elements was being cruelly tested, sending his gag reflex into violent convulsions. “Oh, goddess… Ugh!” he croaked, pressing trembling fingers to his lips to keep himself from retching. Beside him, Sia bristled with concern—she hated seeing the Goddess Rene shoulder all the danger, knowing how taxing this tr