Moon Goddess (2) Werewolf Romance

01. When in Rome - Erik

"Erik! Erik! Wake the fuck up! You are burning this place down!"

Erik snapped out of his trance drenched in sweat and shivering.

"Fuck," he muttered.

"The roof is already on fire, we have to get out of here."

After looking at Kiril for a few seconds he remembered his fate and his story.

Mila, his love, had absorbed the loose power of the dying Moon Goddess and disappeared into the sky leaving him and Kiril behind in the arena.

With her disappearance, the breach in time also closed and they were stuck in Ancient Rome.

"Hurry up! The fire will attract attention and... soldiers," said Kiril pulling his hood down to cover as much as possible of his face.

Unlike him, that looked tanned and Mediterranean, fitting somehow in the picture, Kiril, with his silver blond hair, blue eyes and white skin was sticking out like a sore thumb.

"Damn it," cursed Erik while they were making their way through the narrow Roman streets.

It had been twenty-four hours already since they were stuck there, without their powers and without a possibility to return to their life and time 2010 years in the future.

They barely made it out of the arena without being caught. It would have meant certain death, as they looked like wizards or demons with their modern clothes.

"Tavern?" asked Erik.

"No. Too dangerous and too loud. I need to think."

"Woods it is then," said Erik resigned and took the route to the left, outside the city.

He had lived almost a hundred thirteen years, and witnessed the effects war and progress had on society but the daily life in the ancient era was still something he had to get used to. They both had to, concluded Erik, observing Kiril cursing while they were climbing the slopes of the Palatin in the dark.

The situation seemed like yet another jest of fate, as they were stuck there with one another. His relationship with Kiril was complicated, to say the least, as a default.

Tired, Erik laid down on the grass, tucked his torn jacket under his head and looked at the sky. It was a full moon night and neither of them was turning.

Their werewolf power seemed to be stuck in the twenty-first century.

"Do you think she is out there somewhere?" asked Kiril.

Erik didn't answer, he was also surprised by the question. He hoped indeed that Mila was somewhere out there and would eventually return to him but there was no evidence that would ever happen.

He generally would have wanted nothing to do with any god. If he would have been born human he would have chosen to be an atheist, but as his very nature as a wolf was visibly linked to a deity, that was no suitable option.

"What do you think?" he asked Kiril in the end.

"That I cannot sense her anymore, and neither can I hear your child. So it's not likely she is anywhere close."

Erik was not good at dealing with bad news. Normally he would have punched Kiril to provoke him to fight so that he could feel anger instead of sadness, but that was not the place nor the time.

"Shut up, we need to sleep. Tomorrow we go to town and search for Lucius," said Erik preferring to focus on the immediate reality than on the pain in his soul.

"Why?"

"We need to start somewhere. Or do you have a better idea? I should just fucking kill you, Kiril. Everything is your fault after all."