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And since they were training the whelps to socialize and maintain human forms during the light of day…. Sanctuary had seemed the best and safest place to take them outside of camp. Only the strongest of Katagaria wolves could remain human in daylight.
It was a harsh world they lived in and only the strongest of their species survived. Vane glanced over to Fang as if waiting for him to say something nasty to Keegan. Normally Fang would have some smart-ass comment about the pup, but he was just too tired to bother. Not quite as tall as Fang, Fury was lean and vicious. His long white-blond hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Slinging the backpack over one shoulder, Fang raked him with a sneer that said what he thought about the Wolf… not much.
In true wolf form, Fang bared his teeth at Fury who returned the gesture. Not that he had a wall, but if he did, Fury would make a nice hairy decoration. We could have trained the pups in camp. Vane shrugged. Since we have so many burdened females, we might need the help of their doctor.
Yeah, their sister Anya and half a dozen other females would give birth at any minute. Which was fine with Fang. He would have already challenged him for leadership, but Vane and Anya kept pulling him back. Since Vane was an Arcadian hiding in the midst of their Katagaria pack, the last thing they needed was Fang to be leader. But Vane could never do that. It was why Fang had stayed up all night.
Bulkier than the wolves, the Bear had long curly blond hair and wore a black t-shirt with the Sanctuary logo on it that was partially covered by a worn black leather jacket to stave off the chill in the air. The Bear arched his brow as if impressed with their pedigree. Grand Regis meant that their father had a seat on the Omegrion- the council that oversaw and made the laws that governed all Were-Hunters. Since there were only twenty-three members twenty-four original, but one species had gone extinct … it was impressive to be one of them.
The Bear nodded as he folded his arms over his chest and took on a tough stance. Quick rule rundown. No fighting, no biting, no magick. You got it? Vane glared at him. Keep your mouth shut and your gestures to yourself, he mentally projected to him. No, but you take them from me. Vane grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and dragged him into the bar.
Fang shoved him away. Unless he took him down with magick, Vane was nowhere near as strong as he was. Long before recorded history there lived an amazingly bold king. One who refused to yield before the wills of the Greek gods who commanded him. Like so many before and after, he made the mistake of falling in love with the most beautiful woman in his kingdom. Little did he know she bore the darkest of all curses. Because of the actions of her forefathers against the Greek god Apollo more than two thousand years before her birth, her people had been cursed to die brutally on their twenty-seventh birthday.
It was a secret she kept until the day when she, like all the others of her Apollite kind, began to decay and die. In only twenty-four hours she went from a beautiful young woman to a crone, then nothing but scattered dust. Lycaon was devastated with the loss of his love, but more than that was the haunting knowledge that soon his own sons would join their mother and die every bit as horrifically. Unable to bear the injustice, he stood boldly before the gods and told them to screw themselves.
He would not stand by and watch his children die. Wolves, jackals, lions, tigers, panthers, jaguars, cheetahs, bears, hawks, leopards, even a rare dragon- those were his chosen few to be the saviors of his children. No longer human, no longer Apollite nor animal, they were something else entirely. The experiments turned his two sons into four separate beings. Two creatures who held the hearts of an animal and who lived as an animal by the light of day.
And two who held the hearts of a human. By day, human would be their base form. Man became beast and beast became man.
Under the light of the full moon, when their powers were strongest, not even the laws of time or physics would hold sway over them. From that day forward they would live for centuries, immune from the curse of Apollo. The gods were not pleased. How dare he, a mere mortal, be contentious enough to thwart their will. But the king refused. You can all die for what I care. So while his children were spared their Apollite curse, the gods gave them a new one.
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