Wolves of Rome

Chapter Nine: The Impossible is Possible

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Chapter Nine: The Impossible is Possible

I stared slack jawed and scared out of my wits at the four hulking wolves that surrounded me. They were each larger than an average wolf should have been, their heads reaching eye level with mine. The one closest to me-where Ilario had once stood-was a mixture of browns and reds with white marks on his ears and chest. His eyes were the same dark black as Ilario's had been when he was . . . human.

  One of the wolves, he was scrawning, his fur a dark chocolate brown, his eyes a lighter shade of black. He whined gently, dipping his head down, as if offering his head for me to pet. I stepped back until I collided into a tree, losing my balance.

  Something big, blondish, and fur swooped under me, stopping me from hitting the ground. I lurched away from the wolf staring into familiar blue eyes. A shiver ran up my spine.

   Arlo

  I turned to the scrawny, lanky wolf with the chocolate brown fur. He tilted his head back at me in question.

   Marcello.

  The other two wolves-the mix colored one and the other grey with red around his eyes-stared at me expectantly, their gazes far too human.

  Ilario and Ercole.

  I slumped against the trunk of the tree, pressing a hand to my forehead. This was crazy. This was impossible. Things like this happened in teeny bopper books, and those flowery romance novels for adults-not real life.

  Cia.

  I jumped hearing the voice come out of no where. Ilario's voice. I couldn't pin point where it had come from but it was almost as if it had come from inside.

  Inside my mind.

  Cianna, look at me, the voice urged.

  I met wolf-Ilario's midnight eyes as they stared into mine unflinching.

  This is what we are. What you will become.

  Fear pierced my heart. But I didn't let it show. Instead I showed the emotion I could always count on; anger. 

"What are you going to do? Bite me?" I asked harshly backing away from the wolves. "You should know that if any of you come near me, I'll knock your teeth out."

  No. The lycan gene can't be transmitted through a bite-that's a myth. You have to be born one. Your mother was one of us, Cia. It's in your blood, sleeping, waiting to wake up.

  I balled my hands into tight fists, struggling to hold in the savage hysteria that was welling up inside of me.

 "Liar. My mom was normal. My dad was normal-"

  He's the reason she left us! She went against the law and took a human for her life mate. There is human blood in your veins but the lycan blood is stronger. The prophecy will come true.

  My heart skipped at the mention of the prophecy.

  "What is that? What's this prophecy everyone's been talking about? Michele mentioned an old legend and before that there was the-" I stopped myself short, something deep down warning me to keep the dream to myself.

  It wasn't a legend. It was the story of our beginning. Romulus and Remus were the first lycans ever created. Fashioned by our mother goddess herself. Romanus defended himself agaisnt his traitor brother, killing him. Ever since then we've been in a blood battle with the descendants of Remus.

 We were close to dying out, a new voice said, Marcello. I recognized his soft tones easily. But now you're here. You're the answer.

 "What are you talking about! I didn't even know werewolves were real until you guys went all furry!"

  Our race has been waiting for your birth for over a thousand years, Ilario said, his voice grave with importance. The prophecy is about you, Cianna.

  In the time it took to blink the wolves were gone and four very naked boys were in front of me. My face flamed beat red, my heart stopping. I whirled away from them, trying to ignore what I'd seen.

  " 'Born on the night of a blood red moon, Diana's chosen, marked by both the wolf and the moon. She would reunite the packs under one rule, and make Rome's lycans strong once again." Marcello whispered the words, as if they were a prayer.

  Arlo was suddenly beside me his blue eyes boring into mine. "You were born on the night of the Blood Moon, Cianna. It was your first and last night in Rome."

  "You have a moon shaped birth mark behind your ear." Ercole said his dark eyes burning into my back.

  "And the night of your parents deaths you were marked by the wolf." Ilario said as he came to stand by my side, now wearing shorts.

  I froze, something about what he was saying sent bells off in my head.

  "My parents?" I asked my voice quiet, the terror I desperately wanted to keep blocked off bleeding through.

   "It wasn't an accident, Cianna." Ilario said his face a mask of empathy and dread. "It was Remus's decendants. They found out where you were and they came after you."

 No! No! It wasn't true. It was a bear! A bear!

 "Cia, they murdered your parents."

____________________Arthor's Note________________

I felt bad going a week without publishing something. I hope everyone's happy with it. I love everyone's comments and in puts. The next one(Chapter TEN! WOW!)will be longer, and we'll peak in on Nico. More drama and maybe a bit of romance to come.

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