”A way to kill fenrir, the god wolf?” Henry leaned onto the rock still. His eyes downcast in silent contemplationn. 

”There is always ways to kill things, even the gods themselves Atticus. They just take unwavering resolve, total disrespects for life itself and a death wish.” His voice didn't waver, it was flat, toneless and utterly serious. He seemed deep in thought, racking his brain for possible solutions.He thought back to every lecture he had taken on the subject of Norse myth. On every discussion with the fae back home. It all came back to Ragnarok. It all came back to how they killed beast in the stories. It was always Odins son, using his mighty spear. Always a savage battle to death. He could only see Aislinns face, no he saw someone else. A a gorgeous pale and black haired woman slowly withering away in his arms. He saw those eyes again, flickering and slowly draining before becoming empty black orbs void of life. He made his decision then. 

”The spear of Odins Son...Víðarr..” He spoke up, mainly to himself still but growing a bit more animated. ”Fenrir is not unkillable. He powerful yes, terribly so. He is meant to kill Odin himself. His hide is impenetrable almost, able to withstand most if not all attackers. But he is but a beast, even if a terrible and ferocious one. He opens his maws eagerly for the right bait. And if we can pierce the beasts heart as it's jaws are apart, it will die. Preferably with a spear made out cold iron, blessed silver and.. This is the tricky bit.. Yggdrasil wood.” He shrugged on the last part and glanced down on the infernal tool in his hand. ”Cold iron is the easy ingredient. Any good smith with knowledge of fey has a weapon made out of it. I know a few are listed under our care at the company.” He mused the list of names in his mind before shaking his head. 

” Blessed silver needs someone in tune.. with the divine.” He looks to the angel as he says it. ”The wood... I do not know any source of it. My connections in the north are all but dead. I have not heard words from them in ages. I think it's the Ladys doing. But safe to say we would need to trespass deep into ice bitch territory to get a hold of it.” He bit his lip at the thought. ”I.. have a way to mask our presence for a while.” He held up the bloodthirsty violin. ”The violin we took from that Faustian demon years ago Atticus. It mask my magic, taints my blood for long enough for her to loose the trail I leave. Right now, its the only thing that keeps her from just lock onto me like a gps tracker. But I cannot keep using it forever.”

The siren sighed and strode to a place more centered, so that he could grab everyone attention. His glamor was not effect, but he knew how to address a crowd.”Let's make something awfully clear old friends and new allies alike. This is war.” He had a grim look on his face as he stared into his friends eyes.

”If they released Fenrir, that means every single card is in place for Ylva. We stand before a army. Not desperate vampires heading the call of a arrogant, vampiric demi-god. While Ylva is not even half as powerful in person as Demicia was she is closer to her plans reaching fruition . Imagine if Demicia had actually had all the pieces and enough time to start her crusade.. That's essentially what we are dealing with in terms of scale. ”

”But Ylva is also sickeningly methodical, manipulative and intelligent. She knows her new pets have killed their target and have been appeased. She has killed the one who knew her plans and had ties that could have proven troublesome.” Again Henry paused. He had to actually take a deep breath, try and pace himself.

” Her power lies in her incredible influence over others. We will face Redcaps, Harpys, shape shifters, Sirens, Draugir and gods knows what else. We are gonna need help Atticus. I mean every single favor you and I are owed kind of help. We need to cause panic on a global scale to throw her off our trail. We need to stretch her forces thin. Becouse she is smart she will try to pick her battles but she is also petty. Anger her enough and she will take the bait. If I use the curse she put on my blood since last year, she will come. But then there isn't a single place on earth safe for me until she is dead” He clasped his hands together as sign of resignation.

“Whatever method we find that can kill Fenrir, be it spear, bullet or spell, still has us deal with Ylvas interference. The moment she understands our plans we are in deep, and trust me when a I say: she will figure them out. When that happens she will throw everything in our path. That's when it time to shed our every sense of humanity or fair play. Our enemies aren't all evil, many of them are controlled by Ylva, pressed into service. But mercy will get us killed. A single moment of hesitation and we are all dead. Humans, fae, demon, vampire. It doesn't matter, the moment they face us, we kill them. We cannot allow Ylva and her petwolf to dictate the pace. I hesitated once,and she took everything from me.” Henrys voice was almost a whisper at the last words. A suddens change in his body language. Almost if he was shaking with some unseen force. He took a deep breath again, letting it all sink in while trying to calm down. His eyes met Atticus for a last time. There was determination and a rather uncharacteristic rage in his voice when he spoke next..
 
“And Atticus. I will kill her.. If it so cost me my life. I promised Sandra that when she died in my arm, and now I promised Hoyle. When that time comes, do not try to stop me.” With that he sat back and waited for the backlash.