The Wolf Series #3: Between Two Worlds

Prologue

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Prologue

Great Pack of Ganymede, Three hundred and fifty-eight years ago...

Moonlight cascades like waves sent by Heaven and onto the Wolves. The seaside cavern they gather in lit only by a large, foreign object underneath the surface. To anyone but the Ganymedeans and the Great Packs' Healers, it would look nothing more than a chunk of obsidian rock during the day. Only as the sun gave way to The Goddess in The Sky did the giant boulder show its true divinity to those who were brave enough to witness it.

Tonight, more than this body part of The Moon was to be witnessed. In this cavern by the sea, hidden in a maze of the cave system, stands the leaders of the greatest war The Wolves have ever known. The Immortals and their children stand on one side of the cavern—the Alphas of The Four Great Packs on the other.

Whispers of the ocean and of the spirits harmonize as the Werewolves watch the two Immortals with guarded expressions.

"We are in agreement, then?" Asena steps forward. Her blond hair glows like ivory in the Moonlight, and wraps around her torso like long drapes of silver armor. She pulls her hood from her head and dispels any of the twisted rumors that she is nothing but an ugly, murderous hag. A pixie-like face, speckled with freckles, and piercing eyes that are the color of a tropical sea.

"We are in agreement," One of the Alphas speak. A female, but all their hoods obscure their faces so the owner remains unknown for the time being.

They all present a weapon to the Immortals. With bated breath, they wait tensely as she approaches them with the footsteps of a devastating earthquake.

Asena takes an offering from each Alpha—a scythe from Io, a dagger from Callisto, an arrow from Ganymede, and a sword from Europa. She sets them on the Healers' blood-splattered altar without a word to anyone but her son.

"Kane, fetch my salt—" She smiles when she sees that he already holds it out to her, "Thank you."

He already has aged well beyond she has—a man in his forties who looks to be in his fifties. She and her sister beside her, Daciana, have lived decades—centuries—longer and haven't aged much past the year they had first shifted.

Her youngest sister runs her finger over the dried blood with distain, "It's time to end this reign of terror...they have taken this too far."

They being the two other Immortals. Rieka and Kaltain. The Daughters of Darkness—the true terrorists in this war that had already raged on for too long. Once a close band of four, but the generations had taken each Immortal on a different path...a different destiny. A different belief in what their purpose is on this Earth—to be a blessing or a curse.

Daciana is a shell of who she had been centuries before. Before the Great War between the Werewolves and the Lycanthrope broke out. Back when she had created a pack where all their children and Lycanthrope relatives could feel safe—the first Alpha of the Iapetus Pack.

"These weapons will kill them?" One brave Great Alpha steps toward the two Lycans who had been their foe for so long, "Rieka and Kaltain—"

"It will weaken them," Daciana cuts him off sharply with her dull tone, "The Helios can only dampen the Darkness that runs through their veins. But it won't completely strip them of power. We will not be responsible for their deaths—"

"They have pillaged our Packs for centuries! They are monsters—"

"They are our sisters—"

"Sisters born from the rape and torture of the greatest Healer in my Pack," The Io Alpha steps forward, "Sisters who have continued the same trend of violence your father brought onto us—"