Growl

prologue

P R O L O G U E    

                                           "Get your shit together. The King is coming."

                               One by one, the guards straightened their backs, forming two lines as they make way for the dazzling she wolf leading two powerful men.

                      Judging by their immense power, they were leaders of two of the strongest deities in the world. 

Lycanthropes and Lamias.

                       It was tradition for the leaders to announce a council once every century, discussing matters of wars and the assurance of keeping peace in tact. But this time, the leaders met every month, for the preparation of the brewing war between the Gods and the new threat. 

                   "Refugee counties have been set up on each corners of every sectors." The King of the Lycanthropes, Jaxon had his hands clasped atop the surface of the table in thought.

                  "We need warriors, the son of Hades is unstoppable." Icarus, the King of the Lamias stood up abruptly that his chair fell, creating a loud bam.

                 "Don't be so raffled Brother, you are completely neglecting the fact that that monster is half Lycan. The instinct to rip your kind apart is in his blood, we must stay away. The power he's emitting is beyond any of us compared."

                 Icarus could already feel his rangy patience snapping. "And that will give us more of a painful destruction that he has already concluded. If he lives, he'll come after us╾ "

                 "If he lives. " Jaxon growled. The grip on his arm chair forming a hideous crack. "We will not interfere with their battles. Our job is to protect our people and our lands. The Gods are more than capable on dealing with their own problems. Interfering will only cause more chaos and earth will be a battle field." 

               The air in the room turned chilly as the leader of the Lamia's eyes turned ferociously bright red. His gaze boring holes on Jaxon's head. Oh how he love the sweet temptation to sink his teeth into the mutt's neck. 

                    His trail of thoughts were suddenly interjected as a familiar, powerful energy, the energy of a God have materialized in the room. 

                      Jaxon promptly arose from his seat as both leaders bow their head in respect for the Goddess of the moon, standing in front of them. All in her glory. 

                     "My children. It's been eons." Artemis, the Goddess of the Moon and Hunt, the creator of the Lycanthropes and Lamias leered at her first two children. Her form hovering over the marbled floor, her cloak covering every parts of her pale skin, exempting her hands and her lips.