Chateau de Grimm

The Wolves

Trion

I checked my phone before looking over to the other side of the lake.

Six thirty.

Smoke was rising from the multiple chimneys now, as if the humans were the ones who breathed life into the place.

I panted slightly kicking the muddy path beneath my feet. I needed the run. The demons in that castle made my blood boil, I was steaming hot and angry. We all were. I liked running, it helped me to calm down. The others had their own ways of keeping their head. I didn't want to lose it, changing form would start trouble that we would have no control over. Our wolf forms were feral, instinctive, not level and logical. We had to keep it together this week.

As I strutted over to the cabin I found Lucas outside chopping wood. Very aggressively.

He was slightly smaller than me, his hair was dark and his tanned skin was covered in fun tattoos. The instinctive rage made us all hot. Vampires were our ancient enemies, our nervous systems were programmed to be on high alert whenever we were near them.

Lucas was the brother I wished I'd had growing up. Both in our twenties, me nearer thirty now, we didn't know each other until we went through the change. Our genetic mutation lead us to each other, and to Ares: Our Alpha. There were more than three of us in the pack, but only three needed to attend the meeting. Ares picked Lucas and I. I wasn't exactly sure why. But you cannot refuse attendance if chosen.

"Lucas. I think we've got enough firewood. You should get ready, we have to leave soon." I asserted as I approached my junior.

He proceeded to rip a log in half, before chucking it through the air and into the lake.

"You knew it was coming. Why didn't you calm yourself down?" I smirked at his immaturity.

"This is me calming down Trion. I need to get it out of my system. Just wait, by the time we get up to Satan's castle I'll be the most princely man you've ever seen." He quipped whilst picking up another log to shred.

So naive.

"Remember, their scent will get stronger the closer we get Lucas. Good luck with the princely thing though, I'm excited to see it." I chuckled and left him to it, heading inside.

The cabin was frustratingly charming. Earthy and cozy, the large wood-burner was now snuffed out after our body temperatures couldn't take it anymore. There was a large kitchen filled with fresh food, meat, cheese, fruits, everything our appetites could ask for. The living room was open and covered in throws, cushions and hand stitched quilts, some looked ancient. There was an expanse of open land to one side of the cabin, and the dense forest on the other. Wolves craved the outdoors, and this place was excruciatingly perfect.

Letting the heavenly smell lead me, I found Ares in the kitchen cooking up something. He was a maestro with food, his cooking skills were unparalleled. That was his meditation. He had kept a pretty level head since we'd arrived but I could tell he needed some stress relief. Ares was a huge man, rugged and looked around forty, although I had a sneaky feeling he was much older than that. Many wolves tended to live very long lives, ageing slowly. He was greying slightly which drew more attention to his bright blue eyes. They captured and collected everyone he'd ever met, including Lucas and I. He was mostly stoic and had a softly positive demeanour. However his wolf was a different story...Carnage doesn't even begin to describe it.