The Rise of The Unknown

Chapter 2:

CHAPTER 2: Zues Lando Roditti.

The huge field was filled with warriors, all age and all sizes.

To the far left, a few yards away from the whitewashed building were the new recruits all in the normal grey sweats, the females in grey sports bras while the males remained bare chested. Half of them were down in push up position with their weight resting on their knuckles, dropping down on each odd number that their trainer yelled.

The ones standing did a whole set of blocks, punches and kicks on the wooden Wing Chun dummy on each even number that the trainer yelled. Inspectors, who were part of the chief warrior branch walked between the recruits, checking stances here and there.

On the far right, a mile away from the Zero Level Training zone, worked together a group of trained fighters in different stances and forms.

Some were in their wolf forms, fighting against their opponents or weaving through the trees that surrounded them in a semi-circle as they checked their powers of tracking. The ones in their human forms were also divided, half wielding weapons on one corner and half sweating in one to one combat.

They too had warrior chiefs walking amongst them, judging and criticising them as they go.

A howl, however silences them all as everyone stops what they are doing, wolves turning back into humans as they all stand back, leaving the roughly circular training ground for the higher ups to come.

In the hushed silence, the wolves on the field could hear the powerful thuds of the men that raced their way to the grounds, their breaths faltering as they realise that they are now a few minutes away.

A tan wolf shot through the thick forest, three wolves following him as they tried their best to keep up with the tiny wolf that had them running for the past half an hour. The tan wolf, a recent prisoner, was almost across the grounds when one of the female recruits took in a sharp breath as her eyes land on the dark figure that was almost hidden under the canopy of the trees.

The eyes of the huge figure, the only part of it that can be seen by her were a bright yellow, burning as they remain focused on the smaller creature as it picked up speed.

A gasp escapes her lips as she sees the figure move, with gracefulness that shouldn't be on something of his size, the wolf in hidden in the woods launched out, his leap long as it lands on the open ground.

Seeing the black, mighty wolf leap out of the only route the tan wolf had, he tried to make a quick re- route to the whitewashed infirmary.

The black wolf pushed forward immediately, its muscled body moving with strength and valour as it covered the distance the quick wolf had acquired between them as the three previous chasers followed.

In what seems to be seconds, the black wolf lunges again, this time catching the hind leg of the tan wolf before landing swiftly on his side and turning around on the ground with the tan wolf following its arc with his leg still in between its jaw.

The black wolf took a whole circle, straightening up and standing back on his four legs while the tiny wolf laid on his side, huffing as his breath was knocked out of him. The king growled as the three wolves finally come to a stop behind him, forcing them to bring their heads down in a bow.

Zeus is hardly seen in his wolf form in front of his people, and yet due to the incompetent behaviour of his prison guards, he had to leave a meeting of royal Betas and Gammas when he was informed of the serial rapist and killer breaking through the bars.

He had already made an official judgement of having him killed, and yet for some reason this vile man still laid alive in front of him.

He let out a loud growl again, its intensity and power making the spectators bow down too.