로그인Athena. “Shall I proceed?” Commander Zeus asks me. I stare at him, confused. Dazed by a heady feeling I cannot quite understand. “Proceed with what, Commander?” I whisper, staring down at him as he kneels between my parted legs. Only the Commander's cloak is draped carelessly between my thighs. I suddenly feel very self conscious. At this moment, I have no other barrier between the Commander and my naked body. Only the cloak. Slowly, I try to rise. But his palm against my abdomen stills me. Then he brushes his lips over one bare thigh. A shaky gasp scrapes out of me. “Commander…” “Shhh…” He straightens and kisses my lips. Tenderly. Unable to help myself, I kiss him back. Oh, by Goddess Eliora, I can die now knowing I kissed those beautiful lips of his. I cannot believe my own body betrays me like this. “Not Commander when we're like this...” His eyes travel over my body. Then he kisses me again. “Zeus...Call me Zeus, Sweetheart, when we're in this state.” He paus
Athena. The instant our eyes lock, my wolf senses spring to life. Survival mode kicks in. I step back, giving myself room. Calculating my next move. Then the Commander's brows pull into a frown. His shoulders stiffen. He takes a cautious step toward me, both hands lifting into the air. Without another thought, I morph into my hybrid form. Bones and skin shift, retreating as my anatomy distorts before the Commander. My lethal vampire fangs instantly unfold inside my mouth. My eyes turn bloodshot. A piercing roar rips out of me as I finally transform into the beast I truly am. The one I was told never to reveal. Behind me, heavy footsteps thunder through the corridor. Gasps of shock and fear tear into my thoughts. My breaths come out heavy and beastly. My bloodshot eyes remain locked on the Commander. He doesn't move. He simply watches me. Carefully. His hands remain raised in quiet surrender. My form stays untouchable beneath the shield spell I cast earlier. My hybrid abilities i
Athena. Later, Night. I pace the room anxiously, weighing the next actions I’m about to take. Weighing my probability of success in all of this. Since my guard left, she hasn’t returned. And neither has she sent in a replacement. Whatever resentment she bore after seeing their Commander order the hospital project for our people must have burned hot. It must have equally affected all the other guards. I stop in front of the door and draw closer. I twist the door knob and quietly open the door. Not a guard in sight. The entire hallway is empty. Only the low hum of the state of the art appliances and the hidden security alarms. Gently, I shut the door and take a step back, crossing to the window. When I reach it, I gently sit down at the base of the window, cross legged. My gaze never breaking from the moon. My arms outstretched, palms spread wide in reverence. “Oh Eliora, the moon goddess, tonight, I come before you as a humble witch of light.” My voice comes out small. Trembling
Athena. Battle Chief’s Residence, Silvaton Wing. Meanwhile. Seated at a reading desk in the Commander's room, I stare in shock at Commander Zeus Ironheart as he makes his announcement. The novel I was just reading lies forgotten at my side. Did I just hear him right? The Commander just announced his intention to commence building a hospital for our settlement. Emotions suddenly stir inside me. Suspicion. Disbelief. Guilt. Shame. Could I have misunderstood him? Why is he doing this now? Should he be trusted? “What is the Commander thinking?” the female guard stationed in my room cries out in obvious protest. I twist my gaze toward her. But she isn't looking at me. She's glaring at the television. “He can't be serious. I must go find out what this is all about.” She cries again, already rising to her feet. She doesn't even spare me a glance. She just marches furiously out of the room and slams the door hard behind her. I flinch, then slowly turn my gaze back to the screen. He
Zeus. Briefing Room, War Office, Silvaton Wing. Friday, May 18th, five days later... Morning. "You must be joking, Battle Chief!" General Ted Camorra, one of the generals of Silvaton Wing, cries out in protest. I fix him with a hard look. "You planned a press conference where you intended to announce your decision to commence the construction of a stately hospital for those abominable creatures, and only now you tell us?" Silence instantly settles around the conference table. Every general stares at me with undisguised fury. But I do not cower beneath their condemning glares. Instead, I return each one with a stare just as hard. Rising from my seat at the head of the table, I walk around it with measured precision until I stop beside General Ted Camorra. "I have already made my decision." My voice remains controlled. Hard as steel. They all murmur among themselves. "He must be joking..." "He can't do this..." "Those creatures are beneath us..." Then one of t
Abe. My paws wrap around Cristoff's neck in a vice like grip as I slam him against the countertop. Anger surges through me in a fiery blaze. The only things I hear are my thudding pulse and Cristoff's thunderous heartbeat. A heart beating fast with the stink of guilt and fear oozing from him. "You traitor..." I snarl in Cristoff's face. He struggles against my hold. "Abe! Abe, stop!" Medura screams behind me. I flick her a brief glance just as Dickson yells, "Stay still, Medura!" But she ignores him. She struggles against his grip. I tear my eyes away from them. "You ungrateful wretch." I snarl in Cristoff's face again. He struggles again. Chokes. "Look how you're making your aunt suffer. Is this the gratitude Medura deserves after everything she did for you? After she gave you a home when your parents died?" I growl in his face. "I... didn't do nothing..." He tries. But I grip his neck tighter. "You did nothing?" I snarl coldly. "Then why do your thoughts say otherwise?"
Zeus. An hour later… The sounds of guns blasting through the grounds hit hard like flash grenades. The sentinels positioned at the walls continue raining a barrage of laser bullets at the rebels. Vampires and werewolves who have decided to breach the walls of the health station. “Shoot ever
Zeus Ironheart.Minutes later…Battle Chief of all the Regions. Ha.Some achievement.What a way to go, Zeus.Brandishing my title as though it somehow scrubs away the slur forever welded to my name.Bastard.Bastard brother to the Overlord, Norman Ironheart. My position in Norman’s new world does
Athena.April 28th. Two days later. Evening.I stir. I shift to the left, but my body collides with something solid. A wall. Cold and damp. Reeking of blood, rusted metal, and mould.That smell drags my eyes open.Ugh.I jolt upright on the narrow bed, a cry tearing from my throat as pain shoots th
Athena Denvers. North Region. Silvaton Wing. April 26, 3055. Evening. The world has changed now: North, South, East and West. Countries of the earth are now divided into regions. Cities and towns are now carved into wings. Everyone classed by the portion handed to their wing. Everyone valued by







