The Alpha of Death

"He's called the Alpha of Death because death always follows him around." One male begins.

"Some say he came back from the dead."

"Others say that he's the King of the Dead."

"You know Hades, the Greek God of the Underworld?" The other man questions. The she-wolf, Melanie, nods. "He's a descendant, they say. But being a werewolf, he believes in the Moon Goddess of course." The werewolves had known that all the myths that had ever been created had always been true. The knowledge of them being a part of one of the myths helped them believe.

"So, you're saying that he's the direct descendant of a Greek God? With like all of that God's abilities?" Both males nod, looking glum. She ponders over their information and shakes her head in disbelief.

"That's not true. If it was, he could have called an army of dead to his aid when he attacked the pack. Or he could have split open the ground and swallowed the warriors. He did none of that.
These rumors have to be fake."
Her own words resonated with disbelief in her mind.

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