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welcome to ‘Silver Ring’

content warning: this story features Greek deities and pagan practices. if that is something that you

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Dawson Carlyle

Strawberries .

Every time I was around my dad, he always smelled of strawberries. Perhaps he just liked the smell of them. I wouldn’t have known since I rarely saw him.

Definitely can’t ask him now that he’s dead.

It was grim when I got the phone call. I was sad, yes, but we weren’t exactly close. After he and mom divorced, he kept his distance from me.

Only on holidays did I see him. Part of me wondered if he just didn’t love me or regretted having me.

The one thing he gave me was a silver ring. It had an engraving of my initials ‘D.C.’ I kept it with me always.

When morning came, I traveled to the town my dad lived in and made my way to his house. The smell of strawberries was pungent. The grass was already overgrown, and the mailbox stuffed with months of letters.

“Dawson? Is that you?” A voice said.

It was the neighbor, Viviane. She sat in her rocking chair and smiled at me.

“Hello, Miss.” I replied. She never gets off that chair.

“I’m sorry about your father. But I hope you know that he loved you very much.”

I nodded and thanked her. Wasn’t sure if she was right. She did sometimes give me updates about my dad and his lonely life.

Inside, it still smelled of strawberries. Strong, pungent, and irritably sweet. It was messy, as per a usual bachelor in his forties.

The body was already taken care of. A friend of his, whom I never met, took care of the body and buried it in the local cemetery. I planned to visit next after finding my dad’s will.

My mom began calling. “Yeah?”

“Hey, sweetie. How’s it going?” She asked.

“What do you think?”

“Right.” She muttered. “When you’re done, make sure you take some time off work. I know you and your dad weren’t too close, but he was still your father.”

I nodded, realizing she didn’t see. “I know, mom.” I heard a child scream from her end.

“No! Rosa! Marcus, get her!” She shouted. I giggled. “Gotta go. We’ll make plans to visit him in the coming months.”

“Bye.” I said. I hung up.

In his room, I saw it too was messy, even more chaotic. Silver necklaces and wires tied on the window made it look incredibly gothic and frightening.

His house was never this bad when I visited. It almost looked like he was in a hurry.

What caught my attention was the paper displayed on his desk. A single gold pen sat on the side of it, drops of ink coming from the tip.

Dear Dawson,

By the time you read this letter, something will have happened to me that I can’t explain. But promise me this, know that I love you.

Never take off your ring.

I may not have shown my love the way a dad should have, but I did deep down.

Never take off your ring!

They say a man begins to regret many things in life as he ages. My biggest one is letting go of you and your mom.

Never take off your ring!

After you handle everything, you’re allowed to take whatever you want. I leave everything to you. I wish I could’ve told you something else, like how proud I am of you. I love you Dawson.

And one more thing. Never. Take. Off. Your Ring.

Love, Devin.

P.S.

Hello, son. Excuse my ire brought in my earlier messages. When I told you to never remove your ring, I was exaggerating. It is a sentimental item that requires a watchful eye. While I may not have been a proper father, please fulfil a last request posted on the back of this note.

Once again, do not worry about me. If I am gone, it means it was the right time.

Even though I wasn’t close to my dad, tears filled my eyes as the realization hit me. He was gone. I wouldn’t ever speak to him or smell his strawberry scent.

Regret set in. Maybe I should have spent more time with him.

The letter was strange, as with everything about my dad. He kept insisting I never take off my ring. And I never did. Even if he was crazy sometimes, I always listened because I trusted him to an extent.

The first part of the letter was messily written, with pen stains and parts of the paper ripped from the force of it being written on. However, the final note was more elegantly written.

I also noticed it was written in different ink. This fountain pen on the desk wrote the final note, but not the earlier part.

There were things I wanted to ask. But my dad left me something to do. Behind the letter were a few instructions. I read them and wondered if perhaps my dad was on something when he wrote them.

Nevertheless, off I went. Into the woods. Surrounded by trees for miles. At some point, I stopped my car and had to go by foot.

A set of coordinates were written. My dad must’ve spent a good time in the woods because he had camping gear. The GPS led me to where I had to go.

When I reached my destination, it was a circle of toadstool mushrooms with thick trees surrounding it. I felt off but stepped in.

“What were you on, dad?” I asked.

Step one was to get a picture of me and place it on the floor. Then I had to pour wine on it.

One part was underlined harshly and circled so many times.

‘Remove your ring.’

If that’s what he wanted. I removed it and placed my palms directly on the floor.

Before I could say what the note wanted me to repeat, several footsteps stepping on branches made me look up.

“What-!”

I watched as women emerged from the trees, covered in leaves and flowers, and came towards me.

They began to surround me while I reached for the pocket knife.

“Stay back!” I shouted, swinging it around. There were five of them. Their hair wasn’t like normal hair. It was branches with leaves growing on them.

Was I seeing things? Or had I stumbled onto some weird cosplay thing?

“Get him!”

I stepped back and dodged the attack of one of the women. I used the knife to slash her arm. She made a cry of pain.

“Bastard!”

The same woman displayed her claws. Nails grew to four inches of a thick thorn.

“Do not hurt him! We need him alive!”

“What do you want from me?” I shouted. They ignored me and produced vines from their palms. That definitely wasn’t normal.

Dad, what have you brought to me?

I kept brandishing the knife whenever one got close to me. Their eyes filled with rage and they smelled nice. I managed to be cornered onto one of the trees.

The knife wouldn’t be long enough to keep their distance. I looked at the oak tree behind me and pulled off one of the branches.

“Ow!” A woman shouted, clutching her arm. I looked at her, as did the others.

“Don’t let him touch her tree!”

I pulled on the branch harder until it came loose, all the while the woman screamed on the floor as blood poured from her mouth. I had seen many strange things in the past minutes that my mind rationalized that.

Before I could swing the branch, they had tied my hands and body with their vines. I was dragged back until I was in the center of the circle.

“Check if it is him!”

One that had large pink leaves on her head opened my left palm. My scar was there. I hated that damn thing.

“It is him! Deliver him!”

They all crowded above me and looked down at me. I struggled on the vines and felt my eyes begin to black out.

Then, a growl. It was so loud that it vibrated my ear drums. The women looked frightened as they began to walk back.

My hands loosened. I sat up, dizzy, and saw the scene. A large black dog was biting down a woman’s leg while its paws pinned another three. They screamed loudly.

“Mercy, Lycaon!”

“What the fuck!” I shouted.

The wolf turned its eyes to me, dark brown eyes stared right at my soul. It unclenched its jaw on the arm and began to walk close to me.

My knife was gone. The wolf got closer, its tail wagging.

I cried. Perhaps I will be joining my dad soon.

My thoughts were jumbled as the wolf’s face and body began to morph. Its tail and ears disappeared and the fur got less. Only leaving a man in front of me.

“Mate.” He muttered.

I smelled something from him. A strong aroma of honey. Then, I passed out.

2

Dawson Carlyle

Tree ladies. Wolf-man. It all sounded like a bad dream. Something that my dad would perhaps mutter in his sleep whenever I stayed over at his house.

Luckily, when I opened my eyes, I felt the soft texture of a blanket. I almost wanted to groan from how good the bed felt, my aching back feeling ten times better.

However… When did my bed feel this good?

Pain came from my wrists. I brought them up and saw red marks on them. My entire body hurt too. I sat up and came to face where I was.

An elegant room. Details and engravings were in gold and the walls painted in colorful flower designs. It was too much gold, honestly.

Windows opened. I could tell it was morning. Wait, morning? How long was I out? I stretched my arms and got off the bed.

My body was covered in bandages. I was sore but strangely relaxed. Either I had somehow been transported to Versailles, or that dream wasn’t really a dream.

The smell of honey came over me quickly. I could feel a part of something in me being pulled. That strange feeling intensified and I sensed someone would walk in.

I was right when the doors opened and a figure walked in.

Tall. Menacing. Handsome. But when his eyes landed on me, those eyes of that malevolent wolf that was chomping down on those tree-ladies calmed.

“There he is!” He eagerly walked over with his arms open.

Strange man walking towards me? Of course I swerved out of the way. He crashed into the pole of the bed frame.

“Mate?” I heard him ask.

“Mate? The fuck are you saying?” I asked loudly, taking a defensive pose near a chair.

Wolf. I remember the image clearly now. This man was the one I saw transform from animal to man.

Naturally, I took my chance and ran out of the room.

“Get back here!” He shouted.

I didn’t stop and did whatever I could to get away. I raced through the long halls, passing rooms all gilded in gold.

Fuck! How big is this place? Guards were in front of me. I planned to knock them down until my chaser shouted something.

“Don’t touch him!”

The guards all stepped back and made an exit for me. That was strange. Where was I? Some weird cult? If what I saw yesterday would explain, it’s that nothing could be explained.

I reached what looked to be a foyer. Before I could climb down, arms hugged my body and pulled me back.

“How’d you know I like a good chase?”

It was him. “Let me go!” I shouted. “Who are you? Where am I?”

His arms tightened around me. “Calm down, my mate.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” I shouted. He pulled me back until we sat in the middle of the hallway. He was incredibly strong. His biceps flexed while holding me.

If it was any other circumstance where I wasn’t being held against my will, I would’ve found it attractive.

“Please don’t hurt me.” I whimpered.

“No, my mate! I would never hurt you.”

He breathed heavily.

“Forgive me, mate. I have been waiting for this for many years.”

I could keep fighting. That would save my life. Or end it. He was strong and had guards. I am at a disadvantage currently.

He nuzzled his face into my neck softly. The smell of honey came out. In a way, it seemed to calm me down. I was no longer panicking and my heart no longer raced with adrenaline.

“Feel that, mate?” He asked.

It wasn’t something I could explain. But now that my body and mind had calmed, something just felt so right. Me in his arms while he soothed me with the sound of his voice.

What was going on? Who was this man?

“Why do you keep calling me mate?” I asked.

He sniffed my neck continuously. “Honey. You smell like rich honey.” He muttered.

My left palm was open to show the scar I had. It ran across my palm and almost looked like lightning had struck. Then, the man cradling me brought his right hand and showed me a scar that was the exact same.

“Wait, how do you have that?” I asked.

“I told you. You’re my mate.”

He carried me in his arms and stood up. I was stunned and stared off in the distance, looking outside the windows of this house.

“I swear on the gods I will never hurt you. Our souls were fated to meet one another.”

Gods? Maybe this is some cult.

“Marcel! Where are you?” He shouted.

Another guy, tall and handsome too, walked around the corner. He laid his eyes on me and smiled.

“Make preparations! He had been found.”

This Marcel guy nodded. “Of course, sir. I shall have Bernard prepare the ceremony.” He winked at me and walked off.

We entered back to the room where I had woken up from. He sat me on the bed and stared at me lovingly… or menacingly. His eyes almost darkened.

“I have yet to know your name, mate. Would you tell me?” He asked.

He kneeled in front of me and placed his hands on my knees. The scent of honey came over.

“D-Dawson Carlyle.” I replied.

“The most perfect name. It rings off sweet.” He said. “I’m Louis Monarch. Please, can you say it?”

“Louis Monarch.” I replied. The smell of honey strangely calmed me. “What are you?” I asked.

He stood up and began to remove his clothes. I was shocked but watched him intently regardless because, well, he was hot.

Fully naked, he got on all fours, and I watched as his body transformed into the same large black wolf I had seen earlier.

It was terrifying. But when he looked at me, I no longer wanted to scream. Instead, I regarded it as just some big dog.

“Louis?” I asked.

The wolf’s tail wagged. Yes, it was still him. He remembers me, meaning his wolf-form wasn’t some rabid creature.

“Can I touch you?” I asked.

Louis’ tail wagged faster. I held out my hand slowly and inched off the bed. My hand landed on his soft black fur.

He was enjoying my touch and rubbed his head all over my hand. I chuckled.

I’m going fucking crazy.

“So, are you like a werewolf or something?” I asked.

“No.”

That voice scared me. He wasn’t speaking, but I heard him in my head.

“We prefer the term Lycaon.”

Lycaon? I’m sure I’ve heard that word in mythology class.

“The scar. The honey smell. What do you mean by us being mated?” I asked.

“There is a lot you will need to learn.” He replied, his voice deeper than when he was speaking as a human. “But I will show you all.”

I looked around the room while the wolf, which was larger than me, began to snuggle itself against me. I saw the pillows with the engraving ‘Monarch Hotels’ in gold.

Wait, Monarch Hotels? I know that!

“Are you connected to the hotels Monarch?”

“Yes. I own it.” He replied.

“And this place. Is it your house?”

“Correct.”

He stepped back and began to transform back into man. He smiled at me with loving eyes.

“As you can see, this isn’t an ordinary place.”

He was correct in that. “Those women that attacked me in the forest. Are they part of this?” I asked.

Louis scoffed. “Dryads. I do not know why they attacked you. They usually only seduce men or prank them. But I have brought it forth with the regional committee to investigate.”

I looked at him confusedly.

“Don’t worry too much about it. As long as you remain on Monarch property, or stay around me, not even the smallest nymph or tallest titan can hurt you.”

This wasn’t the ordinary life I was used to. I now lived in a place where man can turn into wolf and nymphs roamed the forests.

Could this be what my father talked about? He often muttered things about strange creatures and folklore that I only ever saw in fiction books.

“Come. I want you to see what we have here.” Louis held out his hand.

I blushed. “Aren’t you gonna change?” I asked.

Louis looked at himself. He began to change into his clothes. I watched, he knew I was watching. I could stay in this room and refuse to come out.

Yet, I felt compelled to follow Louis. I was delusional. Maybe he would keep his promise to protect me in this strange place I found myself in.

3

Dawson Carlyle

Gold encrusted rooms. Painted portraits of old men. And windows so tall they might as well be doors for giants. This wasn’t a home. It was a palace.

“Why so much gold?” I asked.

“Silver is dangerous for us Lycaons. It can kill us. So, we prefer alternatives.”

Silver. I glanced at my hand and saw my ring wasn’t there. It wasn’t anywhere, actually.

“My ring!” I shouted. Louis quickly turned to me. “My dad gave it to me! I-I have to go find it!”

“Relax, Dawson.” He grabbed me. “Your ring is safe. We placed it in the Nose where it will be guarded.”

“The Nose?” I asked.

“We’ll get to that point soon.” He told me.

Most rooms were just empty guest rooms. Others were games and equipment. My stomach growled and I was hungry.

Louis escorted me to the first floor where a large dining hall was set. I saw people already sitting there and eating.

“And I said, ‘I have a better chance of making Melpomene laugh than hitting that apple!’”

They all laughed. All of them were also tall and beautiful. Were they perhaps Dutch?

“Are you all done?” Louis asked. They stopped laughing and turned this way.

“Uh, Louis!” Everyone stood up and bowed like he was a king. “We heard the great news! I hear Marcel is already preparing the ceremony.”

“He is. And I assumed all of you would also be aiding him. It’s not every day the head of the Papillon League finds his mate” Louis said. All of them shivered from how deep his voice was. I was simply turned on.

“My Dawson here is hungry.” Louis brought me to the end of the dining table. He sat at the head while I sat next to him.

“Wow,” I said, looking at the food in front of me.

“All of it is prepared fresh. Only the best for you.”

I looked at everything. He watched what I chose to eat and drink.

“Can you, uh…”

He titled his head like a dog.

“I don’t like it when people watch me eat.”

“Understood.” He faced away but placed his hand on my leg. I turned and saw the others quickly look away too.

I ate and finally felt calm. Food really fixes all.

I couldn’t eat anymore after a while. Many of these pastries were unknown to me but I didn’t care. Louis never took his hand off my leg either.

“All done?” He asked.

“Mhm.”

He turned back and kept grinning at me. “My, your eyes are beautiful. They remind me of poplar leaves.”

“Thanks.” I replied. I looked around and saw the dining room was empty. “Uh, who were those people?”

“They live in this compound and work under me.”

“Compound?”

He stood up and made me follow him to one of the large windows. It was like an entire community. Homes were built and people walked around. People, and…

“Is that a fucking satyr?” I asked.

“Yes. We’ve learned to coexist with many other creatures. Most are peaceful, except for…”

“Uh huh?”

“Never mind.” Louis brushed that off.

The doors opened and the guy, Marcel, walked in with papers in his hand.

“Mr. Monarch. Bernard wishes to meet the mate and prepare the ceremony.”

“We’ll be there.” Louis replied. “Dawson, Meet Marcel Monarch. He’s my second in command.”

He was tall. Not as tall as Louis but easily towered over me. I finally grasped just how tall Louis was too. He kept doting on me that I saw just how much he looked over me.

“I’ll explain more on the way.” Louis grabbed my hand and walked us while Marcel followed behind.

We exited the front door through the grand entrance. Gardens were out as people tended to them. Some people, others in wolf-form.

“Tell me, Dawson. Do you know who the Olympians are?” He asked.

“I took mythology in high school. Zeus, Hera, Athena.” I replied.

The garden had many statues of figures. “They aren’t myths.”

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“It may sound hysterical. But the gods actually do exist. They reside over everything in this world.”

“Wait, hold on! Are you saying that fucking Demeter controls the season? And earthquakes are controlled by Poseidon? What do you mean the Greek gods exist!”

Marcel cowered. Louis hushed me and covered my mouth.

“My mate, you must never forsake the gods! They reside over everything.” He looked around. Everything seemed fine.

I removed his hand. “Got it. No pissing off the gods.”

We kept walking. “Yes, the gods do exist. They sometimes roam the earth and carry out their duties. Helios carries the sun, Aphrodite is responsible for love, and Nyx carries the night like a blanket.”

This wasn’t a dream. I kept pinching my arm.

“Please, don’t think too much of it, Dawson.” Louis told me. “It may seem like a lot.”

“Wait, so what about Christianity? And space! I thought we orbited the sun! Explain, Louis! None of this is adding up.”

He sighed. “Come. Bernard waits for us.”

It was all getting to my head. I covered my ears to block the noise. People looked my way with concern. Was it because I was new or was it because I was Louis’ ‘mate.’ Nothing made sense.

At the back of the palace as a trail that went up until a building was reached at the top. We climbed and passed through other people, carrying baskets in their arms.

Atop the hill was a building made of white marble with pillars encircling it. A Greek word was written on the front, but it was quite literally Greek to me.

“Selene.” Louis told me. “Titan of the moon and patron god to the Lycaons.”

“Distinguished from the family patron gods.” A voice said from inside. A man emerged, old and having a long white beard.

“Bernard.” Louis stepped forward. “I have brought my mate.”

Bernard glanced at me, scanning me from head to toe. “Strange.” He muttered.

“What is?” Louis asked.

“Nothing.” He turned around. “Wash your hands in the moon pool. Teach your mate.”

Louis showed me a pool that was at the front of the temple. It was water that we stuck our hands in and washed. It almost felt like cleansing.

Inside was where I was most awed. The triangular shaped building was more decorated with engravings. At the far end of the room, where the tip of the triangle was, was a large statue.

A statue of a woman sitting upon a crescent moon. She had light blue paint on her veil and horns that were also moons. She glanced up, staring out the starlight window above her.

“Bow.” Louis said to me. I did as he did. “It is always important to respect the three classes.”

“Which are?” I asked.

“The first class is the Olympians. Apollo, Artemis, those. The second class is chthonic deities, such as the Lord and Lady of the Underworld.”

“Hades and Perse-”

He covered my mouth. “Do not speak their name! You will draw their attention.”

I nodded.

“And third class is personal gods. For the entire Lycaon race, it is Selene. But there’s also the family patron god.”

He pointed to another statue in the room. A bearded man wielding a thunderbolt. Anyone could guess who it was.

“Zeus.”

“Yes, the great Thunderer.”

“Uh, what ceremony were you guys talking about?” I asked.

“Mating ceremony. When a Lycaon finds their mate, they need to be officially bonded in front of their patron god to confirm it. Otherwise, it can get ugly.”

I didn’t want to ask what he meant by “ugly.” His tone indicated enough.

“Like a wedding?”

“Yes.”

“But I barely know you.” I said.

He huffed. “I felt like I’ve known you my entire life.” He said. I looked at my scarred hand. It was strange that we both had this.

“Gods. Will I ever meet them?” I asked.

“Not likely.” Bernard replied. “The gods prefer to live away from mortals on Olympus. But you will encounter other beings.”

I had to make a small offering to Selene before starting. Louis handed me a small stone to throw into the pool, which was simple for a beginner like me.

“Now, we must get down to business.” Bernard said. We sat in a small office he had just outside the temple.

Another guy came in and placed a few books on the table.

“Guy, could you bring the wine?”

Louis sat next to me holding my hand. He kept looking at me excitedly.

“Dear human. As you know, this is no ordinary place. Everyone here is either a creature or not fully human. You are the only full-blooded human.”

Fuck. In high school, I was the only gay guy and felt like an outsider. Now that Bernard said that, I once again felt that.

“However, after the ceremony, you will indirectly be linked to the gods through your husband.”

“Husband?” I asked. “Wait. I know we have to do the ceremony and all. But marrying? Doesn’t that seem too quick?”

“It is normal for Lycaons to marry quickly after finding their mates. Afterall, all pairs are formed from the same string. It is split into two and that is what binds them together.” Bernard explained.

“So, I’m connected to you?” I asked Louis.

He quickly nodded. “Always have, always will.” That sounded threatening.

The string analogy reminded me of the Fates. And since I’ve learned that Greek mythology is basically real, perhaps us being connected wasn’t such an out-of-reach thing.

“Before the ceremony, of course, we must help you catch up with knowledge of our world.”

I groaned. “Basically homework.”

“Please, Dawson.” Louis said. His eyes glossed over. “This is for us.”

Us? I’ve known this man for less than 24 hours and I’ve since discovered that I am to marry him.

I glanced at the book, many written in Greek letters. I sighed and decided it shouldn’t be too hard to catch up on these myths. Stories!

4

Dawson Carlyle

Apparently, I’m stupid. 

There were things that contradicted each other and stories of gods and daemons I had no idea existed. 

“Are you listening?” Bernard asked.

“Huh? Yes!”

“Who were the two gods that fought over Beroe?”

“Uh, Apollo and… Ares!”

Louis and Bernard shook their heads. “I’m sorry! The only exposure I’ve had to Greek stories is high school and Percy Jackson!”

“We’ll stop here for today.” Bernard closed his book. “Louis, it is rare for a demiandro to be mated to a pure-human. Part of his assimilation to this world will require intense training and evaluation. Otherwise, your union with him will be rejected.”

“Rejected?” Louis looked worried. “Understood. I’ll aid my mate in his journey.”

Louis held my hand as he escorted me out. I closed my eyes from the bright light until they adjusted. 

“Well, what else do I have to worry about? Is there a giant catfish under Japan? Or is Anubis going to strike me down with a sandstorm?”

“Dawson, please. You must take this seriously.” Louis told me. I turned and saw that he was concerned. “Mates are fated to be together. Their bond exceeds life and death. It makes up part of a soul, together a whole.”

I walked up to him and felt guilty. Perhaps I was being too dismissive. So much had been sprung onto me that I almost regarded it off as something I’d never get used to, so why now? 

But this was Louis’ world. 

“I’m sorry, Louis.” I said. I brought a hand to his face and touched him softly. 

“I know this is a lot to take in. You’ll have enough time later to get used to it. Right now, we have to focus on the essentials.”

“I understand.” I said. “Look, I’ll try my best, okay?

Louis held my body close to his. I smelled honey from him and heard the hum of his heart connect to mine. 

“But I’m human, Louis.” 

“I know. But that will not stop me. We’re mates. That is all that matters.”

This was my new reality I had to deal with. There was no way he’d let me go so long as we were fated to be together. 

“Do you want lunch?” He asked.

“Sure.”

We walked down the steps, passing other people. I knew most were Lycaons from how tall they were. And there were some satyrs that pranced around the woods and ran with smaller wolves, perhaps kids. 

“Uh, Louis. Can I request something?” I asked.

“Anything for you.”

“It’s just… humans usually go on dates to at least get to know each other. If we’re to be married, I want to at least go on one.”

“A date? I’ve never gone on one before.”

“Seriously?” I asked. 

“Lycaons all have one mate. There’s no point going on dates if we’re to leave them one day. Unless they’re cruel or lustful, like the Lycaons in California.”

“They’re in California?” 

“Yes.” He nodded. He kept walking forward. “Many Lycaons live normal human lives. Others form small communities. In this case, we have a small society, but that’s mainly because of my job.”

Right, he was the head of the Monarch Hotels. 

“Where are you staying? I’ll have my men retrieve your items and bring them here.”

“At a Motel 6.” 

He looked offended. “No mate of mine will live in such travesty. Since you will now bear the name Monarch, you will always be welcomed in any hotels under our domain.”

God, he sounded so powerful and respectful. 

“Good day, Mr. Monarch.” Some women bowed when we walked by. “Good day, Mr. Carlyle.”

I waved at them since they were friendly. 

“So, if a person dies, I assume they have those coins placed on them, right?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Well, most of the world doesn’t really believe in the Greek gods. What happens to them? Or what if they believe in something else.”

Louis sighed. “This was an issue that the Lord of the Underworld noticed. So, he lifted that restriction of coins. Instead, all souls are welcomed to the underworld. Those who offer coins are given more lavish accommodations.

“As for belief, he also agreed not to judge humans on lack of belief, but lack of humanity. It doesn’t matter what gods you worshipped, so long as you were virtuous or a hero you were granted great blessings.”

It was fascinating to hear. There was a lot I wanted to know. Maybe it wouldn’t be hard to understand this world if it was exciting. 

Louis brought me inside the house and showed me where his room was. Since I was to be mated to him, we had to sleep in the same bed now. 

“My assistant brought clothes of your size. Would you like to change?” He asked. 

They were high quality. Even my initials were stitched on the clothes. I put them on and felt relaxed. 

“Wow, it fits perfectly-” I turned and saw Louis sniffing my clothes. 

“Huh?” I asked. He didn’t care that I was watching him. 

“Come. Since you’ve arrived, lunch will be grand.”

I was shy and my legs shook. I remembered the dining room, the long empty table. Now, it was full of Lycaons. 

“Your attention! Mr. Louis Monarch and his mate, Dawson Carlyle.” 

Even announcements? This place must be fancy. Louis might as well have the word King in his name. Technically, he does. 

I sat on the chair to the right of Louis. As soon as we sat, everyone sat. They all said something, I think it was a prayer, and thanked the gods for their meal.

“A toast to Dawson.” Louis said. “Who, after many years, has now come to my arms.”

They all toasted while I sipped on wine. A bit splashed on me. There was a chuckle next to me. 

“It’s an honor to sit next to you.” I turned and saw a woman with long brown hair. “Charlotte Monarch. I’m Marcel’s mate.”

Marcel, Louis’ second-in-command. From what Bernard told me earlier, I was the only human here. That must mean she too was Lycaon. 

“Hello.” I said. She fed a little girl next to her. 

I was too nervous to eat. Louis comforted me by holding my hand. 

“Do you need privacy?” He asked.

“Nah, I’m okay.” I’ll have to get used to this since I was the head of the family’s mate. 

Near the end of the dinner, a few satyrs and little kids came in. The satyrs played pipes while the children danced and sang. They sang praises of the gods and their might.

I won’t lie, it was adorable. But the only part that worried me was verses about the gods striking down humans for their hubris. It was dark. 

By the end, I hadn’t spoken to anyone except for Charlotte. 

Louis dismissed everyone except for a few people. Marcel, his mate, and a few others I hadn’t seen. 

“Jean. Did you contact the rest of the league?” Louis asked.

“Yes, sir. Morpho, Luna, and Fritillary have sent their congratulations. Viceroy and Burnet have offered their assistance for the planning. Emperor has been silent.”

“Damn Emperor.” Marcel muttered. 

Louis rubbed my back. “Regardless, they are in the league. Corinne, have you addressed the issue with the dryads?”

Another woman stepped forward. “Yes, Mr. Monarch. The dryads seem to have forgotten what happened.”

I perked up. 

“Forgotten? How so?”

“I don’t know. But they seem to have no recollection of the incident regarding Mr. Carlyle yesterday.” She scanned her notes. “But they did have a strong scent of herbs, which does not align with their domain.”

Louis looked upset but simply dismissed it. He held my hand tighter. 

“The ceremony is scheduled for a month from now.” Marcel said. “Would you like to invite the representatives for the other demiandros?”

“For now, only the Satyr King. The others will need evaluating.”

Satyr King? I know very little Greek. But I know demi means half in Latin and andro means man. Half-man. Lycaons were half man, half wolf. Satyrs were half man, half goat. 

“You may all leave.” Louis announced. Everyone bowed at him, then me, and left. 

Suddenly, I felt like royalty. In my normal life, I was constantly getting yelled at by my bosses. To have people now treat me like this was exhilarating. 

“Dawson.” He called my name. 

There was something about the way he said it. It rolled off his tongue nicely and sounded rich. 

“Do you want to go to bed with me?” 

I gulped. “No funny business.”

He smirked. “No guarantee.”

I agreed. It had been a long day of new revelations. To sum it up, I’ve had to change everything about my life. 

“Do you mind cuddling?” Louis asked.

I got in bed, feeling how soft the sheets were. “Uh, that’s fine.”

He climbed in and slowly inched towards me until his hard body pressed behind me. 

“How long I’ve waited to hold you.” I heard him whisper in my ear. 

Warmth came over me. I snuggled closer to him and closed my eyes. I usually struggle to sleep at night. I should have struggled to sleep tonight from everything. 

But Louis holding, the smell of honey coming from him, relaxed me. And I drifted away in his arms.

———

first four chapters!!!

this is my first supernatural story, so i’m pretty excited

new chapter every friday!

5

Louis Monarch

Once Dawson wandered off into the sweet embrace of Hypnos, I sat up and left the room, heading towards my office. If I was right, he’d be awake when I returned.

Inside, Marcel was sitting and flipping through papers.

“How is your mate?” He asked.

“Asleep.” I replied.

“The Admiral family has sent their joy.” Marcel told me.

I sat at my seat and looked at the moon from my window. Maiden Selene, thank you for finally bringing me my mate.

“Your mate, Dawson.” Marcel spoke. “How has he been grasping with the sudden news?”

“Surprisingly well. There is a lot he must learn and understand before the ceremony. He cannot mess up. Otherwise, the stake of the Lycaons will be unbalanced.”

Marcel chuckled. “Don’t be overdramatic. Yes, it will be hectic. But it won’t be the end of it all. Unless we were at war.”

“Sorry. I’m simply worried. I am the first in the family to have been mated to a human.”

“That’s not true. Your great uncle was also mated to a human.” He retorted.

“Then he was murdered by the Catholic missionaries, Marcel.” He became quiet.

Several documents had to be signed in preparation for the ceremony. I glanced up and saw the portrait of my father.

“I think it’s time we removed that.”

“For sure.” Marcel said. “Just looking at it creeps me.”

“Dawson Carlyle.” I muttered.

What was he doing in the woods? It was strange. I was sitting in my office when I got the scent of honey. It was strong.

People have told me before what it feels like when you know your mate is nearby. I felt that. But my anger rose when I saw those dryads attacking him.

“Dude, go with him.” Marcel told me.

“Huh?”

“I can see you staring at the door. Go be with him. He’s surely awake by now.”

“Handle the rest. We’ll discuss this tomorrow.” I stood up and returned to my room.

I was right. Dawson was awake and staring out the window, looking at the moon and community.

“Did you wake up after I left?” I asked.

He turned to me, his eyes slightly droopy. “Yeah. I couldn’t sleep.”

“Lycaons often struggle to sleep when their mate isn’t around. It’s why we made all the children sleep in a shared home.” I walked over to him and pointed at a large house.

“I mean, I’ve always struggled to sleep. I went to the doctors and took melatonin, thinking something was wrong with me.”

“Same with me.” I replied. “Only in my case I knew it was because I was missing someone.”

My hand reached to grab his. Dawson didn’t pull away.

“Dawson.” He turned to me.

I kneeled down in front of him. Leaders of Lycaons clans never kneel to anyone, for we are the strongest and must protect our pack. Except for one person; Their mate.

“Our union has been rash. You are only human and navigating this new world must be difficult. But I swear on everything true and godly that I will care and cherish you. You are my only world that I protect. The grounds you walk upon will be clean, and the hands you eat off will be cleansed.

“Please, my love, do not be worried. For in this life and the next, I will be there and give you everything you need. You will never go another night sleepless or another day empty.”

I looked to the floor. A needed to declare it all. Before Dawson felt lonely in this place. There must be support for him.

His hand landed on my head and began to play with my hair.

“We’re only just met, yet it feels like I’ve known you my entire life.”

I looked up. He was grinning at me.

“I swear on the River Styx that I will protect you at all costs.”

He giggled. “I feel deep down like I can trust you wholeheartedly.”

I stood up and gently caressed his face, my hands tracing through his cheekbones and soft features. Even though he is my mate, his beauty cannot be overlooked. His green eyes were brighter than the leaves that arrive every spring.

“Is this okay?” I asked, leaning in.

“Yes, Louis.”

Leaning down, I pressed my lips on him. He grabbed my face too and gave way. A kiss from a mate is often said to feel like licking the sun. In that case, Dawson was a star.

We glanced at the community together. He too would rule over this with me. I do not know why the Fates and Selene gave me a human mate, but he is my mate regardless.

“The ceremony is in a month. I know I’m not a half-human, but I hope that they will accept me as one of them.”

“They will, my love. You shall be their leader from this moment on. Anyone who rejects you will face my fury and the gods’.” I replied.

Dawson yawned when I held him in my arms. Sleep was coming over us quickly. I placed him in bed and hugged him.

Morning arrived. I tended to morning duties and sought the arrival of Dawson’s items.

“Mr. Monarch. There is something you should know about Mr. Carlyle.” Francois said.

He explained to me about Dawson’s father, more specifically, his death. My heart grieved for him. This explains why I had the feeling of impending doom moments before I met Dawson.

“Thank you for telling me.” I said.

One of the housekeepers walked into the kitchen with Dawson in tow. He brightened when he saw me.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, my love.” I replied.

The others were smiling as they watched us. They must feel happy that I’ve finally found my mate.

“So, what’s on the agenda today?” He asked.

“I have business to tend to. You will visit Bernard to continue your studies.”

He groaned. “Boo! I studied enough in college.”

“I know, my love. But this must be done before the ceremony. Please. And I promise I’ll get you whatever you want.”

Dawson huffed before nodding. I found it adorable.

“Mr. Monarch. Guy is here to escort Mr. Carlyle to the Nose.” Marcel told me.

Guy. He was an underling to Bernard. A young man that rarely spoke.

“Go. I’ll see you during lunch.” I told Dawson. I kissed his palm. “Goodbye, my love.”

“See ya, Louis!” He kissed my cheek. I watched him leave with Guy.

“Adorable.” Lucilla Monarch said. I turned to her and handed her Dawson’s luggage to set up in my room.

“Wait. So now that your mate is here, will he take over the duties that a mate has to do?” Jean asked. His wife looked up too.

“Yes. It’ll be a slow transition. In the meantime, please continue those duties until Dawson is fit to shadow you. Then, after the ceremony, he will step up.” I explained.

“You’re putting a lot of pressure on a mere human.” Marcel told me.

I chuckled and still felt the kiss from Dawson on my face. Based on how strong his scent was, he was currently leaving the home.

“He can handle it. I know he can.”

“And why’s that?” Marcel asked me.

“Because he’s my mate .”

From there, no one questioned me. I knew many others were probably hesitant about Dawson’s arrival and soon-to-be power he’ll get when we officiate our bond.

That’s why I plan on having him do something extraordinary to prove to everyone that he isn’t just strong by name and association. But can stand on his own.

Plus, it’ll be a great showcase. Because I know they’ve been spying on us. No doubt they know that I have found my mate.

And they’ll begin moving throughout the board, watching to see what my next move will be.

6

Dawson Carlyle

Normally, studying would’ve been boring. However, Bernard was talking about actual interesting things. It was engaging seeing how these types of stories are technically real.

After that was done, he taught me how to perform a libation. However, as soon as I picked up the glass, it spilled on me.

“Does that always happen to you?” Bernard asked.

“Yes. Ugh, so many of my shirts have gotten ruined from wine stains.”

Bernard pulled out a small bowl of water and said some Greek words. It was as if the water was whispering to him.

“Oh, it seems Dionysus placed a hex on your family.”

“What!” I shouted.

“Relax.” He reached around his shelf and pulled out a book. “This happens constantly. Mortals have petty squalls with gods. In this case, it seems an ancestor of your angered Dionysus.”

“Well, my great uncle Rocco did drink himself to death. Perhaps…”

Bernard shrugged. “Here. Recite this and offer this and all should be well.” He handed me a sack of dried fruit.

“You just have these around?” I asked.

I repeated the words, luckily, he spelt them phonetically and threw the fruit into the water. It emitted a strong smell quickly. This time, when I picked up the cup, it no longer tilted.

“Thank God that’s done.”

Bernard scolded me.

“The gods are fickle beings. You can either receive their blessings or acquire their wrath. The Kennedys? They insulted Nemesis.”

“Oh, that makes sense. So, are there any demigods wandering around?” I asked.

“Not so much anymore. Zeus enforced a policy that forbade human-god relations. That hasn’t stopped them, though, from continuing their many pursuits.”

I chuckled. I could just imagine some son of Zeus working at a cash register at Aldi’s not knowing who his father really is.

“Ya’know how some religions have holy sites, like the Vatican and Jerusalem? What’s your guy’s version? Olympus?”

“There are many for us, but yes, Olympus is the common one. All divine creatures have an interpersonal connection to those places. For us Lycaons, it is Arcadia.”

Bernard pulled out several books. Each one had the name of a god, perhaps knowledge on them.

“How long have you been in this family?” I asked.

He began to set up something on the table while I watched. His assistant, Guy, brought materials in.

“I’ve seen Louis’ father and his father.”

Louis’ father. I hadn’t thought about his family.

“Does Louis have family?”

“Uh,” Bernard looked confused. “You should ask him that. I’m not at liberty to speak about his connection with the former leader.”

Of course. I should hear it from Louis himself. It must be a touchy subject if Bernard refused to speak on the matter.

“Now then. We will discuss the Titanomachy.”

I was done with studying and wandered around the Nose temple. I came across the statue of Selene, titan of the moon, at the end. A closer look revealed that the paint used on her gown sparkled in the light.

The base where the statue sat on has plants growing out of it. I noticed it to be rosemary.

“It began growing there six months ago.” I turned and saw Guy walking towards me.

“Huh? Is it like a weed problem?” I asked.

Guy smiled at me. “We think some of the younglings might’ve dropped some seeds as an offering and water from Lady Selene watered them.” He explained.

“She’s beautiful.” I said.

“A statue cannot truly capture her essence. Lycaons often play a game at a young age where they use glasses or bottles to look into the sky. They say whoever can see her ride her carriage will be blessed with her favor.”

I knew Lycaons had a deep connection with the moon. I’ve read enough Wattpad werewolf stories to know how precious the moon is to them.

“Bernard mentioned that some people often believe Artemis to be the moon goddess, similar to how they believe Apollo is the god of the sun.” I mentioned.

He played with the strap of his white robe. Guy shrugged.

“The stories of the gods are not a single one. They vary. Different groups have their own versions of stories. Some believe Selene and Helios are the true gods, while others believe the Leto siblings are their successors. It ultimately depends on what you want. The main thing that matters is belief.”

I thought back to being raised as Christian and the many denominations, each with their own set of beliefs. Here, they all respectfully coexist. The former, however, go to literal wars.

The smell of honey quickly entered the room. I turned and saw Louis, his hands wet, walking towards me.

“Dawson.” He said my name. I walked over and ardently hugged him.

“Are you finished with work?”

“No. But I need some time to see you.” He smelled my hair.

“Let’s get something to eat. I’m starving.”

We left the temple. I saw a garden and watched the kids pick fruits.

“Can I?” I asked. Louis nodded.

I saw a berry bush and picked some. They were sweet and slightly tart. I offered some to Louis and he ate it out of my hand.

“That’s gonna take a long time to harvest.” I said, seeing how many orchards there were.

“With the ceremony, work will ramp up. Some will take night shifts to prepare everything.” He explained.

“Won’t that tire them?” I asked.

“Not at all.” Someone said from behind us. A tall woman with work gloves and a dirty tank top walked towards me.

I recognized her as someone within Louis’ close circle. I think her name is Lucille.

“These people will gladly work extra hours just for the leader’s mate.” She explained.

The kids did seem to be having fun as they ran around. Some were in wolf-form and carried baskets hoisted on a body strap, running back and forth.

“I wonder how my wolf would look.” I jokingly said.

Louis rubbed my head. “You’re perfect already.”

I fed him more berries and walked closer to the fields. Some of the kids turned this way in awe.

“It’s him!”

“Our king’s mate!”

“King?” I asked Louis.

“Some call the leader of clans kings. It’s something a lot of other Lycaon clans do. They’ve very traditional.”

“Would that make me a king… or queen?” I asked.

He puckered his lips. “Look! The myrtles have bloomed.” A nearby tree had flowers growing on them.

Louis picked one and placed it behind my ear. Lucille chuckled. Some of the kids came and grabbed Louis, tugging him to look at something.

“So lascivious. As if he couldn’t make it any more obvious.” She said.

“What?” I asked. “All he did was place a flower.”

“Yeah, a flower of Lady Aphrodite. Some believe that those gifted a myrtle will help increase their libido.”

Oh. He’s horny. Still, the flower looked nice. The kids all ran around Louis. One was on his back laughing and messing with his hair.

A large wolf pounced and dragged him down.

“Wow, haven’t seen that before.” Lucille mentioned.

I looked at Louis as he smiled while playing with the kids and young wolves.

“He’s actually smiling.”

Louis looked my way and waved me over. I saw how dirty he was, but Lucille nudged me forward. Unfortunately, the other kids picked up on their king’s gesture as they too pulled me.

“Our king’s mate is here!” They rejoiced.

They were more gentle with me. The kids made crowns of flowers and placed them on our heads.

“Cheers for our kings!”

“Hooray!”

A whistle blew loudly. Lucille shouted, “Hey! Back to work!”

Kids and wolves groaned and howled. Louis chuckled. “It seems your workers are refusing.”

“You kids want to meet Mormo? I’m sure she’ll love to get her hands on some bratty children.”

Suddenly, they all stopped and quickly returned to work. One young girl, however, stayed by my side.

“No!” She shouted. “I must protect the king’s mate!”

“Not this, Camille.” Lucille shouted.

Louis leaned over. “That’s Marcel’s daughter.” He explained.

I turned to the young girl. “Camille, right?” I asked. She nodded. “I’ll be okay. No one is going to hurt me.” I explained to her.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

She must’ve been around 10. Her face did resemble Marcel’s, having light brown eyes and thick black hair.

“Yes, I’m sure. And if I’m ever in danger, you’ll be the first one I call.”

Camille looked at me up and down before muttering something and walking away to a nearby soursop tree. However, she kept looking in my direction.

“You’re quite good with kids.” Louis said.

“I have a sister close to her age. Kids are not a problem for me.”

“That’s good to hear.” He said. “As the leader’s mate, you’ll have to handle a lot of children.”

I awkwardly chuckled. It’s not like I expected to have some presidential or executive duties. However, I think I could get used to this.

7

Dawson Carlyle

A week went by in this palace. I was starting to get used to how my new routine was. However, there were a few strings I had to tie up. 

“Are you returning now?” Mom asked.

“Uh,” I glanced at Louis who was sitting at his desk with his sleeves rolled up, his eyebrows furrowed from reading documents. 

“If you need extra time, that’s fine. I didn’t know you and your dad were this close.”

How do I explain to her that I found out I am a werewolf’s mate and that the rest of my life will be worshipping the Greek gods? Exactly, it’s impossible. 

“I guess we just had that hidden bond.” I replied. 

Mom sighed. “Okay. Take your time. Just don’t get fired.” 

I threw my phone away and walked over to Louis. He didn’t even look up while grabbing my hand like it was now second nature. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked. 

“Yeah. But, how am I supposed to tell my mom about this? She was raised a Christian woman and wouldn’t believe that Zeus is the king of the heavens.” 

“You don’t tell her.” Louis said. “This is why the Fates and Selene don’t like making mates between divine beings and humans. It can get messy and complicated.”

“Do I just tell her I found a new job and it’s relocating me somewhere else?” 

Now that I said that, it was more believable. I could omit any weird stuff while still explaining my sudden move and quit. 

“I’ll handle it soon.” I said. 

“Come here.” He patted his thigh. I sat on it. It was uncomfortable. 

I watched Louis do his work, filling out documents and writing words down that I didn’t understand. It wasn’t English. 

“Do you speak French?” I asked.

“Oui.” He said. 

“Nice.” I muttered. Fucking French…

“I need some fresh hair. Come with me.” 

I got off his leg and we exited his office. Security followed while we ascended to a top floor I didn’t know existed. The roof.

A cool breeze blew over. On such a warm night, it was only relaxing. The people at the gardens were still picking the fruits and I noticed the Nose was being covered in banners. 

That was all for me, apparently. 

“Hey, Louis.” I said. He was already looking at me. 

“Yes, my love?”

“Uh, how come you’ve yet to tell me about your family?” I asked. 

The most I knew was how they looked based on the portraits I’ve seen scattered around the house. Louis breathed in slowly. 

“I don’t know much about them.” He said. “When I was five, my mother suddenly died from ingesting wolfsbane. And afterwards, my father sort of went mad and disappeared. I think he’s dead, though I’ll perhaps never know.”

“Gods,” I muttered. “That’s horrible. You must’ve felt lonely growing up.”

“Bernard took up the role of raising me for a while. But I had to become leader of this clan much earlier than my predecessors. I was lonely…” He grabbed my hand. “Until you came.”

“Uh, I’m just a normal guy, though. It’s not like I have some grand thing I’m destined to do.” 

“Don’t worry too much, Dawson. The Fates have a way of dragging us into the most random events.”

There was suddenly the sound of a loud horn. I saw one of the watchtowers that guarded the community light a flame, causing the rest to light. 

“Oh no…” Louis muttered. “Get inside, now!” He shouted. 

I didn’t question him since he knew more about this world than I did. Louis ran through the halls of the palace while the horn kept sounding. 

In our room, Louis closed the curtains. I watched security post outside the door. Before the curtains closed, I saw the outside garden was empty, everything left abandoned. 

“What’s going on?” I asked. 

I stopped speaking when a scream reverberated through the halls of the palace. Then another, and another. Three screams in total. 

“Dawson. In this world, there are many fearsome creatures.” 

He held me while we laid in bed. His eyes almost darkened over. Arms flexed from how strong he was holding me. 

Piercing screams, banshee-like. “The Furies.” Louis said. 

I saw a shadow fly past the window. 

“Where… Where… Where is he?” 

Something spoke. I knew to be quiet. 

It felt like an eternity. I knew they were flying around the community, searching for someone. I knew who the Furies were. Who doesn’t?

The compound felt silent until the horn blew again. 

“They are gone.” Louis sighed. His arms loosened around me. He left small red marks on my body. 

“What were they doing here?” I asked. 

Louis got off the bed and opened the curtains. He said something to the security outside. 

“We don’t know. They began to show up several years ago and occasionally come in search of someone.”

“Who?”

Louis shrugged. “We don’t know. We’ve even consulted with the Oracle of Delphi for information, yet they could not figure that out.”

Outside, the community sprung back to life. Wolves and people returned to the things they had discarded and continued working. 

“Whoever it is, they sure must’ve done something really bad if even the Furies haven’t halted their search.” I said. 

It was back to normal as if this community had grown accustomed to the presence of the Furies. I, on the other hand, was still shaken up. But this is how it just had to be now. 

After one of my study sessions, I asked Bernard to take me to where my ring was being kept. He led me to a separate room in his office and showed me a gold box where the ring was encased in. 

“I’m sure you know that silver is deadly to us Lycaons.” He told me. 

“I know.” I said. I saw my initials engraved on the band. “It’ll be safe here, right? I don’t want this to endanger anyone.” 

“Yes. Only the leaders and I have access to this place.”

At least I hadn’t lost this. My father. I was supposed to visit him when I finished my forest-mission. 

I guess this means he’s in the underworld now. 

“Uh. Bernard. How do you think my father is doing… down there?” I asked him.

“It’s difficult to discuss matters when it comes to the realm of Hades.” 

Oof! Even the mention of his name sends shivers down my spine. Now I understood why they were afraid to say his name and his wife’s. 

“Most live unextraordinary lives. Others who carried certain burdens may be sent to the Fields of Mourning. From what the records about your father showed, I’d say he’ll live comfortably.” He patted my shoulder. 

It was strange that those words comforted me. Death was indeed the end, but the afterlife would continue. Perhaps one day I’ll reunite with him. Though hopefully not soon.

“Can you help me with the ceremony? I want to do my best.” I told Bernard. 

“It is my job to aid you. Come.”

If I was going to become fated with Louis, I want to do my absolute best at everything that came with the job. 

Louis was waiting for me in the temple when it was almost lunch time. I knew because the smell of honey gets stronger the closer he is. 

“All set?”

“Yes!” I said. 

“Follow me, my love. I’m sure you’re hungry.”

I turned and saw Guy standing near the statue of Selene and looking at me. He was tending to the plants growing at her base. 

Louis was always being followed by his close confidants. Marcel, Lucille, Jean, and Francois. It was always about the ceremony. 

“The procession of guests will begin at 4. It should start from non-titled and make its way to the Satyr King, managers of the Papillon League, and end with Louis and Dawson.”

Louis cleared his throat. “How is it with the other kings?” He asked.

Marcel sighed. “The Centaur King and Tritone King have accepted the invite.”

“Alright. Make accommodations for them. Find out how many guests the Tritone King will bring so we can get the water ready.”

Based on the conversation, I could guess that not all demiandro creatures were on good terms. 

“I shall speak to them before the ceremony and ensure we are all copacetic.”

Then, they all turned to me. “And you, Mr. Carlyle?” Marcel asked me. “This is your ceremony too, after all. We would like your input.”

All eyes were on me. Shit. The most planning I’ve done is birthday parties or work events. Not something of this scale. 

“I’m fine with everything. I don’t uh, know everything here so…”

“Is there anything you want to request?” Louis asked me. “Say the word and I’ll get it.”

I thought back to one of my favorite animals. 

“I want swans.” I said. 

“Perfect.” Louis said. “Get him his swans.”

My studies continued and preparations came under way for the upcoming ceremony. Now that I thought about it, this was technically a wedding. 

I was going to be wed to Louis Monarch. 

Everyone will be there. The Papillon League, Satyr King, Centaur King, Tritone King, and who knows who else?

8

Dawson Carlyle

Slowly, a month had passed, and it was time for the ceremony to begin. I was nervous as I watched from the palace window, seeing all the cars and carriages make their way in and head towards the amphitheater. 

Lycaons either came in wolf-form or in human form. Satyrs with elegant tops pranced in, centaurs roamed around and avoided everyone, and the Tritones swam in the artificial lakes and rivers. 

I had on a tailored suit. My neck was also covered in gold necklaces with jewels on them. I hadn’t seen Louis all morning as he was tending to other business. 

“You look handsome.” I turned and saw Lucille standing there and looking at me. She wore a tight fitting beige dress and also had jewels, though not as much as me. 

“I sort of wish my mom was here. I am getting married.”

“We could’ve invited them. However, afterwards, we would’ve made them forget everything.” She explained. 

I kept watching all the guests come in. 

“Is Louis the Lycaon King?” I asked. “I just realized that the three other major demiandro groups have a leader but I haven’t heard of the Lycaons’ leader.”

“Well, because Lycaons can blend easier into modern society, many have abandoned the idea of a king since we can rule ourselves. But the strongest Lycaon today is considered the default king.”

“So, Louis Monarch.”

“Yes.” She said as she fixed my hair. “Which means that you yourself will also have control over other Lycaons. You will also get to meet the other kings.”

Great, more pressure. I watched as a large satyr came prancing in followed by some smaller satyrs around him. 

“Oh, Pan. Let’s hope there are no nymphs in attendance.” Lucille chuckled. 

Marcel entered the room. “Mr. Carlyle, I’m here to escort you.”

I followed behind. 

“There is the marital ceremony that solidifies your relationship and matehood. It will then be followed by the ascension ceremony, where your official role as the king’s mate will be solidified.” Marcel explained. 

“Yes, Bernard told me.” 

The trail that led up to the Nose was blocked off as everyone had to go around. 

Before going out of the house, someone yelled from behind us.

“Marcel!” It was Corinne Monarch. “Louis is asking for Dawson immediately.”

“But the ceremony is starting soon.”

Corinne looked panicked. “Still. I don’t know why Louis is asking for him, but he genuinely looked worried.”

There was a hiccup, and I was escorted back inside into Louis’ office. He was pacing until he saw me and hugged me tightly.

“Louis? What’s going on?” I asked. 

The room was empty besides us. 

“I can’t explain it.” Louis said. “But I must do something before the ceremony starts. I should’ve done this a while back but was too worried it would’ve tensed you up.”

“What is it?” I asked. He removed my top and exposed my bare shoulder. 

“Can I mark you?” He asked. 

“Mark?”

He leaned down to my skin. “A Lycaon usually marks their mate on their first encounter, forming a strong bond. Not only will we be able to speak but also understand each other’s feelings.”

I saw him begin to sniff my skin. 

“Why didn’t you do this before?” I asked.

“You had too much to focus on.”

Outside, everyone was getting ready as the theater grew full. Louis was sniffing me as the irises of his eyes grew dark. 

“Do it.” I muttered. 

Louis’ canine teeth grew until he sank them into my skin. A flash of pain until pleasure spread over me. I held onto him as my body became weak. There wasn’t blood, only teeth marks.

“There. Now no one will be near you.” He said. 

He fixed me up while I was still in a daze. My vision slowly returned, and I saw I was excited down there. 

“Fuck…” I muttered. 

“Do you need me to help with that?” He asked. 

“Ah, no! I’m fine.” I said. I thought about anything random until it slowly went away. “Come on, let’s get married.”

This time, we proceeded without any issues. We arrived at the theater and cleansed our hands. 

Our seats were at the front. One of the sections of the theater has water running down, ending in a lake. A large figure with a muscular body and tail of a fish sat upon a throne, wielding a small trident. The Tritone King, Triton, son of Poseidon. 

Several young kids came to the stage and adults set up props. 

“And now, the young Lycaons will perform a rendition of Selene and Endymion.” Someone announced. 

A little girl veiled in white, riding a wolf with a moon cutout attached, came onto stage and saw another young boy in bed sleeping. 

“How handsome.” She said, getting close. 

Then, another girl with a pink dress came from the side. 

“Oh no! Eos is coming! I must leave!” Selene said. Then Eos came, followed by Helios. In the day, the boy who was Endymion woke up and then went to sleep when Nyx came. 

Selene returned and made jokes about how handsome Endymion was. Then, when she grew tired, she approached an older Lycaon pretending to be Zeus. 

“Please, grant him immortality so that I may always gaze on him.”

And with that, Endymion fell into an eternal slumber. Selene always gawked at his beauty while Endymion slept. 

It was cute and the audience seemed to love it. Now, it was time for the first part of the ceremony.

Bernard created an altar and Louis and I walked up. I glanced at him, and he calmed my stress with a single smile. A winged figure flew down and stood at the front of the altar, holding a torch in his hands.

“Greetings, Lycaon Louis and mortal Dawson. I am Hymenaeus and I shall preside over this ceremony.”

The Erote recited several words. Some in Greek and others in English. 

Then, two gold laurel crowns, carried by Himeros and Pothos, were placed on our heads. The moment it landed on my head, I heard a voice in me.

‘Just hurry up and let me kiss him!’

I recognized it as Louis’. I could also feel his heartbeat. 

“I, Hymenaeus, hereby confirm this union!”

Louis grabbed me and kissed me quickly. The audience hollered and cheered. 

‘Finally.’ Louis said in his head. 

‘You have me now.’ I said in my head. I saw him smirk. 

After that was done, Bernard stepped up and placed a large book on the table. He had told me over and over again how this process went. We write our names in the book. 

From there, if the book closes on its own, it means that the one who grants kingship, Zeus, approves of our honor. 

When done, Louis and I stood back as the book levitated. It shut abruptly. Bernard smiled and Guy finished the final preparations. 

“The gods have granted this union their blessing!” 

More cheers. 

‘Is it too early to say that I love you?’ Louis asked.

‘No. Not at all.’

Louis held my hand and opened his mouth. “I love you.”

It was time for the reception. Tents were set up for food and music. Pan, the Satyr King, began to play his pipes and several creatures danced around. 

I sat on a throne with anthousais dancing around me, spreading their petals everywhere. Louis walked over to me with several men and women in tow. 

“My love, I am here to introduce you to the other members of the Papillon League.” He said. 

They all lined up, carrying presents in their hands. 

“Dion and Bernadette Admiral.”

“Mallory and Carolina Morpho.”

“Francine and Marion Burnet.”

Presents as big as a small couch were placed to my side. The flower nymphs giggled as they played with each other’s petals. 

A couple, both male, walked up. One had a scowl on his face and the other gave me a smile. 

“Mercer and Sorrel Emperor.” Louis said, though his voice sounded less enthusiastic. They bowed to me. 

The Papillon League. A collection of some of the most powerful Lycaons clans. At the top was the Monarchs, followed by smaller clans. Each either focused on something like hotels, property management, or things related. 

I glanced at my left hand that had my large scar. It began to tingle sometimes ever since I arrived here. 

“Excuse me, Mr. Carlyle.” I turned and saw Guy standing there. “There is an issue in regard to your ring.”

Louis was off talking to Pan and Silenus. It was clearly an important conversation since Louis had his angry face. 

“Hurry. It’s an urgent matter!” Guy said. 

I followed Guy to the temple office. It was dark and empty. He had placed my ring box opened on Bernard’s desk. 

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.

“It seems that it began making a whisper noise. Perhaps a spirit lies in it?” He asked. 

I wasn’t sure why he was asking me. He should be the one who knows this stuff. I grabbed the ring and looked at it. It seemed fine. 

“Should I put it on?” I asked. 

Guy nodded. I placed it and looked at it. It was fine. The ring was still in pristine condition. 

“Maybe we should discuss this with…”

A smell came over me. I began to feel sleepy. It wasn’t like when Louis marked me earlier. This instead made my vision hazy.

“What’s… going on?” I turned and saw Guy holding a garnished bouquet that was smoking. 

He walked over while I stumbled back, almost hitting the table. 

“Louis…” I called out. 

“Your mate can’t hear you.” He looked at my silver ring. 

Bastard!

Smoke filled my nose and clouded my head. I stumbled back again and fell on the floor, clutching my head. 

I needed Louis. He said he’d protect me now that we were mated. If only he was here now. But I don’t even know if he knows where I am.

9

Louis Monarch

“Did you find him?” I asked Marcel.

“No.” He muttered.

My Dawson has been missing for the past ten minutes. At first, I thought he went to the bathroom or to change. But then our link was severed. I couldn’t see where he was or how he was feeling.

But I still had the mark scent. And right now, the smell of honey wasn’t anywhere.

“Keep checking! But don’t worry the guests.”

All my assistants ran off and kept looking around. I turned to Bernard who had his eyes closed.

“Anything?” I asked.

“No. The Oracle is in slumber.” He glanced at me. “Why did you mark Dawson earlier?”

I looked at my hands, missing my love. “I don’t know. It was like a scenario came into my head, telling me that I had to mark him.”

“Could it have been a message from the gods?”

I shrugged. “I must look for him! I cannot sit while my mate is in possible danger!”

Lucille was put in charge to watch the centaurs since I hadn’t fully trusted them yet. This would be the best way to search for Dawson.

Our first place was the palace. I sniffed each room and found nothing. Then I checked the garden. Nothing.

I walked past the path of the Nose and was going to ignore it since it was closed off until something came over my nose.

Honey.

“Is anyone in the temple?” I asked Bernard.

“No.” He replied. “Wait, Guy asked for permission, said he had some business-”

I jumped over the railings and ran up. It was pointless to turn to my wolf-form since it would take too long. I reached the top and the smell of honey was stronger.

“Dawson!” I shouted. My voice bounced into the temple loudly.

I glanced around and saw the statue of Selene. The torch she wielded in her hand reflected the moonlight and shone onto a door at the side.

He has to be there. I opened it and saw Dawson, bound in ropes, and asleep.

“Dawson!”

I pulled him out and shook him. He was breathing, luckily, but didn’t wake up. I took in his body and face. There weren’t any marks or bruises on him.

“Oh, gods!” Bernard said. He left quickly to call for help while I coddled my Dawson in my arms.

“Who did this, my love? Who?” I asked. Even his suit was wrinkled. Someone had grabbed him fiercely and placed him in there.

My anger rose. There’s too many suspects. The centaurs? Tritones? The Emperor family? No. They wouldn’t do this. A wedding where the satyrs were on Lycaon territory would be risky, even for them.

Quickly, the others arrived and helped. There was one person that was missing.

“Where’s Guy?” I asked.

Bernard looked around. “I don’t know. He hasn’t spoken to me in a while.”

“Perhaps he too was a victim?” Corinne asked.

When I grabbed Dawson’s hand, I felt my fingers burn.

I flinched back and groaned. “Why is he wearing his ring?” I asked.

“The only people who have access to the office are Bernard and…”

“Guy.” I growled. I carried Dawson in my arms and walked to the statue of Selene. “Please, protect him.” I placed him down.

“Where are you going?” Marcel asked me.

I walked to the exit of the temple, got on all fours, and glanced at the moonlight.

“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch.”

My body transformed into my wolf-form. I quickly ran down the hill and into the woods. Running in every direction, I searched for Guy’s scent. Eventually, I found a trace of it deep into the woods.

I approached and saw it was bordering near centaur territory. He was somewhere here.

As I sniffed around, I saw paw prints on the ground and traced them to a thick tree.

‘Come out.’ I said.

A whimper came out.

‘Don’t hurt me.’ Guy said, a wolf with light brown hair emerged.

‘You hurt my mate. Hurting you would only be the start.’

’ He told me to do it.’

‘Who?’ I asked.

Before he could say something, Guy fell over and began convulsing. His body shook while his snout foamed. Guy transformed into human while I used the link to contact someone.

Both Guy and Dawson were taken to the infirmary quickly. I stayed by my mate’s side and waited for him to wake up. This wasn’t how our weeding was supposed to end.

The plan was the go to our room and spend eternity together, as the Fates and gods have deemed. Is peace so difficult for me obtain?

“He was knocked out with a collection of several herbs.” Etienne, the doctor, told me.

“He’ll wake up, right?” I asked.

“Of course. Humans, despite their banality, are quite good at resisting things we are usually weak to. I administered some hellebore, and he should be awake in a few hours.”

The ceremony ended. People went home, though they must be confused why the couple was missing. I stayed up late into the night until Dawson slowly opened his eyes.

“Where…” I shushed him.

“Try not to speak.” I said. He looked at me, his eyes tearing up. Seeing him cry is perhaps the single most painful thing I have experienced in my life.

Dawson leaned and hugged me, sobbing into my neck.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered.

“It wasn’t your fault.” I said. I winced when the ring touched my back. He saw and quickly removed it, placing it on the nightstand.

Dawson needed healing. I walked over to Bernard who was tending to Guy.

“How is he?” I asked, though not caring as much.

“It’s strange.” Bernard said. “He doesn’t remember anything that happened.”

“What?”

First it was the dryads, then Guy. And both cases ended with the perpetrators losing their memory.

“Has Dawson been marked, perhaps by Thanatos or Nemesis?” I asked.

“No. He’s a mortal. He shouldn’t have ever offended such powerful deities.” He looked at Guy’s face.

“The foaming of his mouth, convulsing, could that mean anything?” I asked.

“He must’ve made an oath. I’ve seen many who break their oaths and suffer sickness. Yet even that won’t explain the amnesia.”

Even when he woke up, Guy seemed to have forgotten everything, only saying that he never liked the smell of thyme.

Dawson managed to recover quickly. I wondered if perhaps he has gained the favor of certain gods seeing as how he’s come into contact with near-death twice. Though, that could also be a sign of a curse.

He’s already had two incidents. That’s two too many. I even began to wonder if he was descended of Cadmus or Atreus.

“Louis, I’m fine. I can walk perfectly.” He said while I carried him back to the palace.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight for a while, Dawson.”

“It was weird. I think Guy was banking on the idea of me not bearing your mark.”

I clenched my jaw. That vision I had was strange. It was definitely delivered to me by a god. But they never interfere unless it is for a big reason. Or if they’ve found some mortal they favor. But, who is powerful enough to know about a prophecy? I have some ideas… but those gods would be impossible,

“Thank gods you marked me, or I would’ve been-”

“Don’t finish that.” I said. “If you die, so will I.” Dawson nodded.

We’d both take a break. Not just because of his near-death experience, but because a newly-wed couple needs their time to adjust. Dawson will soon join this clan and have his first role.

But first, he was to sort through all the presents.

“What’s this?” Dawson asked.

He held up a plant with a black bulbous base and a blooming white flower.

“Moly.” I said. I saw the tag of who had brought it. “That sly bastard.”

“Hermes.” Dawson said. “But I don’t think he was invited.”

“He is the messenger of the gods. Perhaps this was a message.” I said.

It was a gift from the gods. I couldn’t reject it. And perhaps we might have use for it later.

“Wait, what’s all this?” He pulled out a box that had a picture of a crib.

“For our pups.” I casually said.

“Wait, pups?” He shouted. I forget sometimes that he’s human.

“Don’t dwell on that too much.” I grabbed the box and pushed it aside.

“Wait, so, who’s going to get pregnant?”

I looked at him slowly.

“Me?”

“We’ve yet to consummate our marriage, mon amour.” I said.

Dawson quivered as he bit his lips. I held him and comforted him, assuring him that being pregnant wasn’t that bad. For some reason, that didn’t help calm him down.

Later, when Dawson was showering, I met with Marcel.

“I sent the message, sir.”

I nodded. “Good. And have you prepared the residence?” I asked.

“Yes. We found a home situated near Mr. Carlyle’s father’s home. It’ll be perfect for you and Mr. Carlyle to pass it off as your home.”

Now that Dawson had quit, from my interference, I had to create a fake narrative. That meant a fake house, fake job, and a relationship that appeared plain on the outside.

I don’t know how Dawson will react to this since I knew he wanted time to figure something out. But we are married now. I had to chain him down to protect him.

Last night showed me something clear: Dawson is still a human. Even though he’s married to me and is aware of this world, he’s still a simple mortal man.

And because he’s mortal, he could easily be hurt. Which in turn would hurt me, and my community that I take care of.

There cannot be any room for slip ups. Dawson must stay with me or around me at all times.

10

Dawson Carlyle

Now that I am the leader’s mate, that means I have reigning authority over the Lycaons. And as someone who grew up with little friends, this power will definitely get to my head.

I had my first task delivered to me that morning. The children wanted their new leader to read them a book. Simple, but these are half-wolf kids. I know it’ll be anything but ordinary.

Even just walking out the palace I was greeted with Lycaons walking up to me and basically worshipping me. Some held my hands and others bowed.

Louis explained to me why all the children are huddled together in one building. There were many reasons. Protection, finding their mate as early as possible, and bonding. They all have a connection that I still couldn’t comprehend.

A giant sign welcomed me, and several kids brought me flowers.

“Welcome. I am Lisette and I am one of the ones in charge here.” I shook her hand.

“Hi,” I said. We walked into the building. It was surprisingly cozy and nicely decorated. There was the usual Monarch gold touch that the palace has.

“Here we have the kitchen. A chef prepares all their meals, curated for the diets of a growing Lycaon.”

Meat. A lot of meat. Louis eats a lot whenever we have dinner and lunch.

“And here are the rooms. We assign four kids into each room. As they get older, they’re placed in two-spaced rooms until their mate is found.”

“What happens when a Lycaons finds their mate?” I asked.

“They are given an option to move into a house in this compound, where they will find work.” Lisette explained.

I saw a few kids in their rooms. The rooms were somewhat messy and some created a little den with their blankets.

“And what if a young Lycaon doesn’t find their mate?”

Lisette bit her lip. “Uh, they still go into society. It’s not really a big thing since… ya’know… our leader was late too.”

Louis and I are 26. I heard that the average Lycaon finds their mate at 15. Poor Louis. He’s been living alone and feeling like an outsider, probably.

‘It wasn’t that bad.’ Louis said in my head.

‘Leave me alone.’ I said. He whimpered and made a kiss sound.

‘Mwah’

So far, it was a good trip. I was shown outside and saw some young satyrs and Lycaons running around and chasing each other.

A familiar girl walked up to me. “Camille.” I said, Marcel’s daughter having a stern face.

“Why aren’t you playing with the other kids?” Lisette asked her.

“I must protect the leader’s mate.” She said. Her eyes were slightly grey.

“We think she may have gotten the favor from Athena.” Lisette whispered.

“Ah, well, it’s fine. She can tag along.” I said.

At some point, all the children had to go to training. I followed and watched the kids turn into their wolf-form before running off.

“First to find the golden ring wins a prize!” Lisette shouted. “The kids need nourishment, but they also have to get used to their forms early in life.”

There was a lot I didn’t know about the Lycaons. I sort of feel out of place since I virtually know nothing about them, yet I’m now supposed to lead them.

“Can you feel them?” She asked.

“Huh?” I asked.

“The leader and their mate usually have a powerful relationship with all Lycaons. The leader is more in tune with the warriors while the mate can connect with the younger ones.”

“I-I’m just human!” I said. “Honestly, I don’t think I could even climb a tree.”

She giggled along with the people she was with. “With the gods, anything is possible. Give it a go.”

I closed my eyes and felt around the air. I recited the names Leto and Rhea, titans who are renowned for their motherhood.

A breath. The snap of a branch. Flashes of trees. I felt like I was watching the perspective of a wolf.

‘Camille?’ I muttered.

‘Mr. Carlyle?’ Her inner mind asked. She ran faster until she bumped into something.

I thought it was a tree until the object moved back and a hoof came to smash Camille in the face.

“Camille!” I shouted. I turned to Lisette. “She’s in trouble!”

Lisette turned into a wolf and I hopped on her. All the caretakers began to run while I tried to comfort Camille through my vision.

‘Is she okay?’ Louis asked.

‘I don’t know! But she’s whimpering right now!’

We approached a clearing in the woods. Camille was curled on the floor but had her knife in her hands. A figure stood over her, its hoofs pressing on her body.

“Let her go!” I shouted.

The large centaur turned to me, its eyes bloodshot.

“She wandered into our territory! She violated the treaty!”

“She’s a child! How was she supposed to know!” I replied. I got off Lisette and walked towards the centaur.

‘Dawson, don’t!’ Louis shouted. ‘I’m sending my men!’

“Let the child go.” I said. The centaur huffed loudly and pulled out his bow, pointing an arrow at me. I ignored Louis’ cries and stepped closer.

“Insolent human. You do not belong in this world!”

I made sure not to step over the first barrier and kneeled down. “Camille, are you okay?” I asked her.

Her face had a few scratches, but she grinned. “I’m okay, Mr. Carlyle.”

I stood back up to face the menacing centaur, still pointing his arrow. “Go ahead. Shoot me. But the guards are on their way. Do you want bloodshed on your hands?”

“I’ll kill her first!”

A sense of urgency came over me. It was like an instinct had formed in me.

The centaur raised its legs.

“Then you’ll have to kill me first.” I said. I threw myself over the line and covered Camille’s body with mine. Louis shouted as I could smell the faintest scent of honey in the air.

“Stop!” A voice boomed.

The centaur above me stopped and stepped back. Louis and his men in wolf-form arrived while a larger, more muscular centaur appeared from behind our attacker.

“Step back.”

“But-”

“Do as I say!”

Louis approached me and bit my shirt, pulling me back. I grabbed Camille and carried her in my arms.

She was clutching me tightly as her body shivered. I wanted to cry but couldn’t let her see me.

“What is the meaning of this, Rhoetus?”

The one who tried to step on me spoke, “She crossed over the boundary and he tried me!”

Louis stepped forward, the large black wolf stepping in front of me. “She is a child. And my mate only sought to protect her from him!”

More centaurs came and stood behind, glaring at us.

“So, she violated the treaty?” I knew he was the leader. I saw him at the ceremony. I think his name was Gryneus.

“It was a mistake.” Louis said.

“Even our children are aware of the boundary between Lycaon and centaurs! There is no reason for you shifters not to!” Gryneus shouted.

I scoffed. “There isn’t even a damn line! Someone was bound to cross it!”

Gryneus looked at me, his face scrunching. “Be careful, human! You are in the presence of creatures far beyond your strength.”

I stood up and placed Camille on the floor. Louis tried to stop me using our link, but I ignored him.

“Want to know what I think of this?” I asked, almost stepping over the line. “It’s stupid. It’s nothing.”

“Why you-”

“What use is this getting us? Huh? This whole issue could’ve been resolved with a simple apology! And instead, you want bloodshed.”

“Our history was born of bloodshed, human! Do not speak on something you know nothing of!” Gryneus said.

“That all the more makes my statement truer. I am impartial and can see how stupid it all is. Why don’t we just go home and pretend this never happened?” I asked.

Louis growled while the centaurs looked at me. They were all taller than me but I remembered I’m the leader’s mate, meaning I too carry some authority.

Gryneus huffed and his hoofs stamped on the floor. “Keep a leash on those creatures.”

“And put yours in a stable.” I replied.

The centaurs all began to file out until the leader remained.

“Next time, I will not stop my men.” He told me until he left.

“Dawson!” Louis shouted, turning back into a human.

“Camille, how is she?” I asked.

The little girl looked up at me, holding her knife. “I was brave.” She said.

I patted her hair. “Yes, you were.”

Marcel in wolf-form ran to his daughter and caught her, carrying her on her back.

“Lisette, call of the young ones and take them back.” I said.

“Uh, y-yes, Mr. Carlyle.” She said in a stutter. She made a large howl and ran off.

I approached the guards, all of them flinched when I got close. “You.” I pointed to one of them. “Prepare planning for a fence. It makes no sense for the boundary to not be marked.”

He nodded. I felt like they were all frightened. I turned to Louis, and he was looking at me.

“What?” I asked.

“You stood up to a centaur.” He said.

“Yeah?”

Louis sighed. “Many creatures fear centaurs for their abrasive personality. Only leaders are able to speak to the centaur king and walk away unharmed. Yet, you’re human.”

“I mean, they are also half human.” I said.

He carried me in arms. “You did good today.”

“Psh, it was nothing.” I said.

The area cleared quickly. I turned and saw Gryneus was looking at me from a distance.

It was clear there was a tense relationship between the Lycaons and centaurs.

Luckily, no one got injured today. But it did show me that tensions are tense and at any moment, mayhem could erupt.

11

Dawson Carlyle

Bernard spoke about shades. Despite being on my honeymoon, I still had to attend these lessons. No rest for the gods, so Louis tell me.

The face of Gryneus the centaur popped up in my head, the way he and the other centaurs looked at the Lycaons. The intense animosity that permeated through the air.

“Why do Lycaons and centaurs hate each other?” I asked.

He stopped speaking and looked for a book. Its title ‘Demiandromachy’ was written in gold.

“I’m sure you know about the many wars, right?” He asked.

“Yes.” I replied. The Theomachy, which was a war between the gods during the Trojan War. The Amazonomachy were a series of wars fought between the Greeks and Amazons. And, of course, the Titanomachy, which sought the removal of the Titans and the new rule under the Olympians.

“Well, there are always wars. The Demiandromachy was fought between the many demiandro creatures.”

He opened the book and showed me old drawings. They were all dated during the 17th century.

“Tensions rose during that time as humans began the Industrial Revolution, leading to Gaia’s earth becoming contaminated. And the demiandros all fought for land and resources.”

A drawing showed Lycaons and centaurs engaging in battle.

“It ultimately culminated in the Demiandromachy. The Lycaons and Satyrs fought against the centaurs and Tritones. They each promised their allies for serenity and bliss if they eliminated the other sides.”

There was a half-man half-fish person, a Tritone, stabbing a satyr in the chest with a group of centaurs shooting arrows at a Lycaon.

“Eventually, our numbers dwindled until there were a few hundred left. All the creatures laid down their arms and created a peace treaty to avoid future battles.”

Bernard then showed drawings of all four demiandro kings signing a book. There were many until they turned into pictures, showing the civility of all the kings through the centuries. One man in the most recent photos was Louis’ father.

“Today, there are still tensions, but most try to avoid spilling blood. Except, of course, for the centaurs. Just ask Herakles.”

“Oh, I thought you guys hated each other ’cause we have horses.” I giggled.

Bernard didn’t laugh.

“The diplomacy between the two factions is sensitive. It didn’t help that Louis’ father did not help. Luckily, the Tritones have resided to live in the sea, and the satyrs are our friends. But those centaurs are strange creatures and will not hesitate to attack us for the smallest inconvenience.”

Woah, talk about bias and prejudice. I guess even magical creatures have their preferences.

I looked around after my lesson and saw Guy was missing.

“He’s gone.” Louis said, entering the temple.

I wasn’t used to the fact that he was able to read my thoughts since we shared a link. Sometimes, I can read his thoughts, but it takes a lot of energy.

“Where?”

“Another community in Oregon. His family will look after him.”

“It’s weird, right? I mean, Guy suddenly snapped and attacked me.”

I hadn’t known Guy for that long. But the few weeks showed me all I needed to know. And that night was not normal.

“Perhaps he smelled some wolfsbane. Smelling it can cause a Lycaon to go insane.”

The Selene statue stood tall at the end of the temple. Small papers were placed around her for people’s prayers. The rosemary growing on her base bloomed greatly.

My mother began to call me. I quickly answered her.

“Hi!” I said.

“Dawson, why did you quit your job?” She asked.

I chuckled because it sounded like a joke. “Quit? No, I didn’t. I only asked for time off.”

“Really? Because your boss, ex-boss, called me to let me know about you quitting suddenly.”

It sounded like a prank. Until I looked at Louis, who was trying hard not to look my way with a worried expression.

“I’ll figure it out.” I muttered and hung up.

I kept walking while Louis didn’t say anything.

“Did you have something to do with that?” I asked, trying to hold off on sounding venomous.

“What?” He asked.

“I know you heard.”

Louis quickly walked us back to our room. He sat me on the bed and kneeled between my legs.

“Yes, my love. It was me.” He muttered. “But I promise I did it for us.”

“How is that for us if you didn’t even ask me !” I said.

“Because I can’t lose you.” Louis said. I glared at him and touched my phone. Because it had silver, Louis wouldn’t be able to read my thoughts.

This was going to be something we’d talk about.

“I get it, Louis. You want to protect me. But making decisions on my behalf is not how you go about it.”

Louis sniffled. “You’re human, Dawson. You’re vulnerable to this world. Which means I’m vulnerable to you. If anything happens…” He couldn’t finish as he dug his face into my thigh.

I patted his hair and looked off into the distance. “For humans, most relationships work by both making decisions jointly.” I mentioned. “As you said. I’m human. This is how I work.”

“I know.”

“It may seem insulting, but I’ve observed how Lycaons operate. You’re protective, but one person tends to make all the decisions, even if it’s for their mate’s protection.”

Louis nodded. “I just don’t want you getting hurt. After the incident with Guy and the centaurs…”

“And that’s why I have you. Together, remember?” I asked him.

He looked up, his brown eyes dilated as he watched me. I let my phone go so he could see in my thoughts.

‘I’m not going anywhere.’

Louis chuckled. ‘And I won’t make all decisions on my own.’ He replied.

I nodded and petted his hair. He leaned up and kissed me on my lips.

“Wait, Louis!” I shouted with a giggle as he crawled on top of me.

“I need you so badly, Dawson.” He muttered in my ear, his deep voice making me shiver. The scent of honey became strong.

Perhaps it was my lack of experience, but I was nervous watching Louis become feverish with his kisses. I moaned and scratched at his back as he advanced his kisses to my neck and collar.

I caught a glimpse at his eyes. They had become darker-almost pitch black. He was still Louis, but something in him must’ve awoken.

Normal Lycaons find their mates at 15. Louis found his at 26. Which means that he must’ve been pent up for a long time.

Strangely, I never dated, hence my lack of experience. Instead, I felt turned off by those sorts of things, wondering if something was wrong with me.

But with Louis kissing me right now, and that time he marked me before our wedding, it was a floodgate opening. And I needed more.

“Can I make you mine?” Louis asked.

I didn’t have to answer as he began to take off my shirt. But I moaned out my answer.

“Yes… Louis.”

Louis peeled off my shirt and almost drooled as he bore witness to my body. I wanted to cover myself and almost did, but he pinned my hands above me.

“No, mon amour. Don’t be afraid.” He huskily said.

It was his turn to remove his shirt. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, revealing a tanned chest with hard muscles. Years of training were displayed on his torso and pecs as he was covered in many scars.

“Woah…” I muttered.

He came back down, and his kisses moved to my chest. I grabbed at his hair and back muscles, moaning and grinding myself on him.

“Louis…” I moaned. “Please, hurry.”

He chuckled. “So impatient.” His hand unbuttoned my pants. “Just like me.

A warm hand grasped me down there. I winced as his rough hands grabbed me tenderly before stroking me slowly. I shut my eyes as pleasure came from everywhere.

The places where he had kissed and bit me were firing as pleasure came from those places too. Everything in my being felt like it was on fire. And Louis was only adding fuel.

“Touch me, Dawson.”

He fully unbuttoned his pants. My hands grabbed it, though I had to use both. Louis let out a loud groan.

“How do I…?”

“Wait.” Louis grunted. He brought both of us together and made them grind against each other.

Even though we were both new to this, it was like Louis knew exactly what to do.

“Louis! I’m…”

He nodded. “Me too, Dawson.”

My body shivered as it all came out. My body tensed before I relaxed. Louis had finished too, us being covered in our own mess.

Louis looked down and he began to get excited again.

“Sorry,” He looked embarrassed.

I giggled. “You’re not alone.” I said.

Maybe we should’ve done this on the night of our wedding. Then I remembered I was in the infirmary after being kidnapped, so that couldn’t happen.

However, any time was the perfect time when it came to Louis. We had waited almost three decades to get a taste of this pleasure.

We were bound to go crazy at some point.

Louis kissed me again as his fingers reached between my legs.

“Wait.” He said. “Humans use condoms, right?” He asked.

“Relax, Louis. We’re bonded now. I want to give you all of me, no distractions.”

“Ha, you little-” He pounced again on me.

What culminated as a seed of kiss grew into a forest of pleasure that I never experienced.

Louis was tender and compassionate with me. Even when his vigor got crazy, I was always the one he’d listen to if I asked him to stop or slow down.

It was midday when we started. By the time we were done, the whole night had passed until it was almost morning.

At the end, I wondered if Selene saw us. It was a weird thought, but I knew she was always watching over the Lycaons. I hope she knows that I’m thankful that she mated me to Louis.

Because this union felt so natural and so right.

12

Louis Monarch

I watched Dawson sleep soundly, his legs trembling but a smile was on his face. I wondered what he was dreaming about. Yet, I could not even see that.

A soft knock came on the door. I stood up and put a robe on.

“Yes?” I asked, opening it and seeing Marcel with a grin.

“Seems like you two consummated.” He cheekily said.

“Hurry before Dawson wakes up.”

Marcel handed me a few papers after he took over my role for the day while I was… busy.

“The convention will be held in New York. Will you be attending?”

I turned to Dawson. From the information I was given, he lived a simple life, keeping to a small city where he attended his local college and got a job near his mother’s house.

Yet, now he’s living in a palace with half-wolf people and nymphs wandering the forests.

“Yes, I’ll be in attendance.”

I was going to say ‘Dawson is coming with me’ but remembered our conversation from yesterday, about him needing to make decisions.

“I’ll ask Dawson if he wishes to go.”

“Alright. Now get back to him.” Marcel said, quickly running off. I closed the door and turned back.

Dawson was already sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “Who was that?” He asked.

“Marcel.” I replied. Dawson tried getting out of bed but stumbled down. I quickly ran and caught him in my arms.

“Fuck!” He groaned. I felt guilty seeing him in pain yet still turned on.

I washed him up in the bathroom, then carried him back. There was work I had to do so I carried him while walking around.

“Is that your dad?” He pointed to a photo of him hung on the wall.

I grabbed the photo and showed him. “Louis Monarch. Though, everyone calls him Louis the Elder or Louis the Handless.”

“Handless?”

I grabbed another photo. It was a summer day and everyone was in the pasture hills. All wore polo shirts and shorts, except for my father.

No matter what, he always wore these large gloves that reached to his elbows. And they were always black.

“Maybe he has eczema.” Dawson said. “My stepdad has it and it makes him self-conscious of showing his arms.”

“Perhaps.” I muttered, even though I myself had never seen my father’s arm.

They say he looks like me. I’m not really sure. Maybe if he hadn’t gone mad after my mother died and stuck around a little longer, I would’ve gotten a better look at him myself.

“Dawson. I have a trip coming up soon to New York.”

“Is it business?” He asked.

I brought us back to bed, laying him next to me. “It’s a convention. It’s not really important. But since I’m essentially the de facto representative for the Lycaons, it’s expected for me to be there.”

He traced his soft fingers over my pecs, following the muscle lines and breathing slowly.

“Can I go with you?” I asked.

“Yes, mon amour.”

Dawson leaned up and placed a kiss on my cheek. Even after the mess we had made, I only smelled honey. It was sweet, just like Dawson.

So far, things have been sailing smoothly. Dawson seemed to be getting along with the rest of the Lycaons. After his bravery he displayed in protecting Camille and standing up to the king of the centaurs, they all pledged their allegiance to him.

Which means that Dawson was now an official member of the pack.

During a meeting, Marcel let out a groan. He clearly wants us to ask what is wrong.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, though I didn’t look up from my documents.

“It’s Camille.”

“Is she still in her protection phase?” Lucille asked.

“Yes. She keeps insisting on protecting Dawson. I don’t know why Maiden Athena has taken an interest in my daughter. I appreciate it, but she quite literally sleeps facing the palace.”

I chuckled. “It seems you have a warrior on your hands. You should check if she has the potential to become great.”

“She’s my daughter. I know she’s great. But she’s only a child. Instead, she speaks as if she just hopped off the shores of Troy.”

I shut my eyes and was watching Dawson through my eyes.

‘I said no spying!’

‘What are you doing?’

Dawson held up a dirty rag. ‘I saw that some of these paintings needed their frames cleaned.’

‘Take care. I’ll see you at lunch.’

Everyone was staring at me. “What?”

“Nothing.” Lucille said. “It’s just nice finally seeing you smile.”

“Hey, I smiled before.” I retorted. Marcel patted my back.

“No, you didn’t.”

Dawson Carlyle. I don’t know why we met late in life. Usually, mates are assigned close to each other, such as in the same city.

Yet, he grew up a few towns over, practically across the state. The gods must have known that we would meet eventually, even though our long distance.

I glanced at my scarred hand. For so long, I used to hide this under a glove. Then, I saw my mate had a similar one as well. Now, I wear it with pride.

“And that’s how Artpop became my entire personality for the first ten years of life…”

“That’s nice.” I said. Dawson’s eyes always lit up when he talked about what he liked.

They always brightened around me.

“So, New York.”

“Yes.”

“How is it? Is the entrance to Olympus really at the top of the Empire State building?” He asked.

“Uh, no. A building can’t physically be the entrance to such heavenly places.” I replied.

“Then how do we meet the gods?”

“You don’t.” I said. “The gods are supreme beings who have their domains to rule over in such a hectic world. Most of them don’t make us the center of their attention. You’ll never see a god happily chatting with a mortal. Except for two cases…”

“Like?” He asked.

I sighed. “There’s Hermes. He’s known to play tricks on humans. And there’s special favors. Like Camille. Athena has special favor for her, so she sometimes gives her wisdom. Hence why Camille is at the top in combat.”

“Wow! That’s amazing. And you? Who’s yours?”

“The Thunderer, Zeus.” I replied.

Dawson’s jaw dropped.

“The king of the heavens himself? You’re lying.”

“I’m serious. Because our patron god is Zeus, and because I’m the leader of the Lycaons, it makes me the one who has the closest connection to him.”

“How did Zeus become the patron god of Lycaons? Didn’t the Lycaons exist because King Lycaon was punished by Zeus for serving him human meat?”

I held Dawson close to me and rubbed his hair.

“Yes, that did happen. And for millennia, the Lycaon were scorned from society. Even back then the satyrs hated us. That was until a particular night at a village in Bretagne.

“An old, dirty man walked around the village asking for refuge, but no one let him in. Until he asked a Lycaon, Fabien Papillon. And he let him in, gave him wine and bathed him. Can you guess who that dirty man was?”

“Zeus.” He answered.

“Good boy.” His face blushed. “Zeus was so thankful that a Lycaon had offered him refuge that he forgave the entire species. And since Zeus is also referred to as Zeus Xenios, he protects strangers and foreigners.

“From that day forth, the Papillon family was blessed with the gift of hospitality in honor of Zeus. That is why the Lycaons created Monarch Resorts. We house humans, Lycaons, and even gods.”

“And the moon? Why is Selene regarded as the protector of the Lycaons?”

“Because it all happened at night, when Fabien Papillon invited Zeus in. She was so moved by it that she handed her torch to Fabien to warm the house for the guest. And today, she oversees the Lycaons and is the one who creates our matches.”

Dawson looked over at the fire that burned at the hearth. A small statue of Selene and Hestia stood above the mantle.

“Your family and life is so fascinating. Mine was just boring.”

“That’s not true.” I said. “Would you say that a seed is nothing because it has not become a tree?”

“What are you, Aristotle?” He jokingly asked.

“We’re all required to take philosophy classes at the age of 10.” I replied.

“Geez. When I was 10, I was watching Wild Kratts and Martha Speaks.”

He placed his gentle and nimble fingers on my chest. There was something warm coming from inside me.

“You’re heating up. Do you have a fever?”

“I don’t think so…”

Dawson brought a hand to my forehead. Everything flashed white.

“They shall be mates. And when the time is ready…”

My vision returned to normal. I sat up, causing Dawson to almost slip off the couch. Luckily, I caught him before he fully fell off.

“Louis? Are you okay?” He panicked while I was rubbing my forehead.

“Uh, I’m okay.” I muttered.

What was that? It sounded like a deep voice. It almost felt like I knew it but didn’t.

And what did it mean by ‘when the time is ready.’? Should I be worried about Dawson? He’s already been in danger twice, not counting the centaur.

Dawson… What is wrong with you? Or is something wrong with us?

“Want to go to bed?” He offered.

“Sure. I’m tired.” I replied, trying not to sound alarmed.

He grabbed my hand and walked us to our room. He laid me down and checked my temperature.

“You’re good at this.” I said.

“I had to look after my sister. Plus, I’ve learned a few things from taking care of the young Lycaons.”

Just watching Dawson work, the way he muttered to himself even though I could hear his thoughts. It was enough for me to feel better.

Then I wondered. Did Dawson also hear that same thing as me?

My right hand-the one scarred-reached out to grab his left hand-his scarred one. Waves of honey came over me and I shut my eyes.

“Sleep.” I muttered to him.

He didn’t ask nor say anything and climbed on bed, his body hugging me. And once again, I slept easily.

13

Dawson Carlyle

Louis and I packed our bags and got ready to head for New York. It took a long time because my favorite sweater was missing. I ended up finding it inside the temple.

My mom was concerned, wondering why my “job” would be sending me to the east coast.

She has since made plans to visit me. Which is opening a new can of worms…

“Wait.” Louis handed me something. It was a small basket of meat that we threw to a fire.

“Who was that for?” I asked. Any sacrificial offerings were obviously for the gods.

However, different circumstances required different gods. You don’t just make an offering to Ares if you’re wanting to have a successful birth.

“The gods as a whole. We will be boarding a plane and it is urgent that they know we are not attempting to reach the heavens. Just ask Icarus or Bellerophon.”

I was going to say something about them being selfish but realized I could be struck down at any moment.

Marcel was left in charge, and I placed Lucille in charge of my duties. We arrived at the airport and Louis had a private plane, because of course he did.

“Nervous?” Louis asked. “I can feel your heart beating quickly.”

“Yeah.” I muttered. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest.

“Feel me.”

His heart was slower, causing mine to also slow down. I leaned to him and placed my head on his shoulder.

The plane started and I kept glancing out the window, wondering if I could perhaps see anything.

It wasn’t until we arrived to New York City that my view changed.

“Is that Pegasus?” I asked, seeing a white horse with wings flying near us. There was a man riding on top of it. He winked at me when he saw I was looking at him.

“We’re landing soon.” Louis told me. He pulled out his phone, made without using any silver.

The plane landed. A woman with a Monarch Hotels uniform greeted us with a bright smile.

“Welcome, Mr. Monarch and Mr. Carlyle.”

She was tall and incredibly attractive, which meant that she was definitely a Lycaon.

“My name is Marie, and I will be your valet for your stay. If there is anything you need, please feel free to ask me.” She said. I watched as she easily carried our bags with one hand and placed them in the trunk.

“Dawson.” Louis called me. I watched him get in the car and beckon me over with his finger. “Get in the car.”

I followed and sat next to him. Even the inside of the car was lined with gold and had small paintings of the gods.

“So, what time is the convention?” I asked.

“Noon. First, we’re going to the hotel to relax. I’ll explain the itinerary and you will…”

He looked at me and patted my hair.

“You’ll sit there and be pretty.”

“What if I want to walk around?” I asked.

“Then you’ll walk around and be pretty.”

Louis texted on his phone while I looked out and saw all of New York. I hadn’t been here before but knew this wasn’t a normal view. It’s not every day you see a hippalectryon giving people rides down Fifth Avenue.

There were buildings that had Greek letters on them. It took my mind a while to understand what it said since my lessons in Greek were beginner. But there would also be statues of gods at the front.

When we arrived at the Monarch Hotel, I saw the entrance had the same thing.

“It’s a haven.” Louis explained. “In case any demiandros or worshippers need a place to feel safe, these places offer that.”

Places to feel safe? I walked in and immediately saw a huge Minotaur waiting in life at the front desk. A Naiad swam in the fountain. A creature with the body of a man, front legs of a horse, and tail of a fish ate McDonalds.

“What? Haven’t seen an ichthyocentaur before?” The creature asked me.

I looked away, my face heating up.

That’s what it means by haven. I watched as ordinary people walked up to the hotel and entered.

“Wow, this place is so nice.”

“Check out that hot guy eating a burger by himself. You should ask for his number.”

So, they only see them as normal people. Made me wonder if I had ever come across someone strange growing up. Now that I think about it, there was this one strange girl…

“Dawson. Come. Our room is ready.” Louis held my hand.

As we walked through the lobby, I saw several creatures making small nods at us. Most were Lycaons, with a sprinkle of other creatures here and there.

The elevator took us up to the top floor. I knew it was the top floor because it was called the Olympus Room.

“Wait! I’m scared of heights!”

“But you were fine on the plane?”

“Cause you were there.” Louis chuckled and grabbed me again, picking me up. I had forgotten that Marie was waiting there with our bags.

“Uh,” She cleared her throat. “Security is stationed around. Mr. Carlyle will have his own bodyguard and will be shadowing him.”

Of course I’d have security.

“Thank you.” I saw Louis slip money into her coat pocket before she nodded and left.

“How come you never give me money?” I asked.

“Mon amour, I gave you your own funds. And you can access my money whenever you want.”

“Yeah, well, what if a place doesn’t accept credit cards?”

Louis rolled his eyes, but I saw him pull out his wallet and hand me money. Look at that! I didn’t even have to beg. This is amazing!

“What do we do now?” I asked.

Louis bent down to pick me up and flung me over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” I giggled. He then threw me on the bed and climbed on top of me.

“You want to know what we’re going to do?” He asked.

I stared at him and saw what he was imagining. All sorts of vulgar thoughts. Positions that neither of us had tried.

“Really?”

He nodded. “26 years, my love. I’m taking back all that time.”

Noon came and it was time for Louis to head off to the convention. I stayed back in the hotel room with a guard stationed at the front of my room.

My guard was scary looking. But I figured I could chat him up a bit.

“Hey.” I said. He didn’t move.

“Yes?” He said.

“So…” I looked at his thick neck. “Who’s your patron god?”

“Aphrodite Areia.” He replied.

Warlike Aphrodite. Bernard explained that different regions have their own versions of stories about the gods. He also explained that some gods have different identities. Such as Aphrodite, who has Pandemos, Uranian, and Areia.

“Do you have a mate?” I asked.

“Yes. He’s trailing your mate.”

Security couples!

‘Don’t flirt with him.’ Louis said.

‘I’m not. I’m being friendly.’

‘Good. If not, Lady Hera will strike you down for your infidelity.’

I shivered at the thought. It was clear that one should never get the anger of the Olympians, let alone the King and Queen of the Heavens.

I spent the rest of my time exploring the room and looking outside the window. It was a tall building in Manhattan, so I got a good view of everything.

New York looked so much different from what I had expected. Winged creatures and people flew in the sky, a veil of white covering them. This must be how they operate under the eyes of humans.

What actually surprised me was the Statue of Liberty.

Libertas. goddess of liberty. That was her Roman name. But she was also called Eleutheria. Some people refer to the gods by their Roman names.

Technically, some can be considered epithets. I’ve heard Bernard and Louis refer to Selene as Luna and Zeus as Jove or Jupiter.

The Statue of Liberty bared her torch, but I saw it was actually waving in the air, not just a piece of the monument. I wonder how those Americans would feel about this.

In Time Square, people walked around oblivious to what was walking around them.

One of the screens showed a commercial for Nike. A winged figure came on screen wearing a gold laurel crown and wearing Nike shoes.

Nike, goddess of victory.

“Funny.” I muttered.

‘She owns the largest share of Nike.’ Louis said.

‘What would a god want with money?’ I asked.

‘It’s not money, it’s notoriety. Gods get more power the more people believe in them. Since most of the world no longer worships them, they have to find other ways to get appeal.’

The gods’ names have been used even today. Goodyear has the winged shoe of Hermes and Pandora uses the name of Pandora, wife of Epimetheus.

Plus, many planets bear their names. Their Roman name, but it’s still something when billions don’t worship you.

‘It must feel sad seeing their temples be destroyed and defamed.’

‘Indeed. Their former glory is no more. But the gods are still merciful and allow humans to worship what they like. It’s why they judge not on their faith but lack of humanity.’

I was told this once. It would be unfair. I grew up believing that if I didn’t believe in the Christian God, then I’d go to hell. Even if I lived a virtuous life, not believing was still a ticket to down there.

‘When are you returning?’ I asked.

‘Soon. But I have to return again tomorrow.’

‘Can I come with you this time?’

‘Yes. However, you’ll have to stay close to me. There are many people here that I do not trust.’

I laid back in bed and stared out the window. Lucille updated me on her work, especially the kids who miss me.

Perhaps I’ll bring them gifts. But what do young Lycaons like?

14

Dawson Carlyle

Day two arrived. This time, I would accompany Louis to the convention. My guard from yesterday would be with me at all times, of course.

The car drove through Manhattan until it reached Columbus Circle.

“Uh, Louis? Where’s the convention?” I asked. How would they be able to disguise such an event in such a busy city?

“Just wait, mon amour.” Louis held me close.

The car drove around Columbus Circle repeatedly. Then, it picked up and the car zoomed into the center of the park. I shut my eyes when I thought we would crash, but nothing happened.

Louis’ heartbeat was still there, which let me know that I was still alive. Instead, when I opened my eyes, I saw we were in an underground tunnel.

“See, I told you to wait.” Louis said.

“But, how?” I asked, then realized how stupid of a question that was. Nothing could be explained simply anymore.

The car drove through the bright tunnel. A figure with wings on her back ran fast and spoke to the driver.

“Are you here for the convention?”

The drover nodded. “Yes, Angelos.”

She sped up and did something at the end of the tunnel, causing it to stop shining and a parking lot to emerge. The car then slowed and was parked.

I wanted to throw up but held it back.

“Come.” Louis helped me out of the car. I held onto him, trying not to fall over.

“I don’t think I could ever get used to that.”

A loud roar came from the portal we emerged from. A woman aboard a giant manticore flew in. The beast flew up and I saw there were several pigeon-like coops that extended upwards. Pegasus, chimeras, large eagles, they were all stationed there and waiting.

“Careful with their droppings.” Louis shielded my head with his jacket.

In to the convention we went. Just like the Monarch Hotel, there were all sorts of people and creatures walking around.

“You’re human, right?” A woman approached me, wearing a green and blue peplos.

“How did you know?” I asked.

“Because you don’t exhibit any aura.” That kinda hurt but I remembered what that meant.

Some creatures and gods, you can just feel their presence. It’s like breathing. You don’t recognize it until you notice it’s there.

“We’re part of a group to raise awareness for Hellenism worldwide.” She handed me a booklet. “We have many branches worldwide.”

Louis spoke. “I have to attend a keynote. Will you be okay alone?”

The woman held out a bag. “I think I’ll be good.” I said.

Inside, it had cookies, a deer pin, and a small wooden lyre painted gold.

“Lady Artemis and Lord Apollo wish you a blessed day.”

I kept walking around, looking at all the booths.

“Sign up! Sign up!” A nymph shouted. “Join our Green Gaia Initiative to stop humans from polluting our precious Mother Earth!”

Every place I went, I got a bag with treats inside. There were a few Lycaons from all over the world who came up to me and bowed.

“Great Dawson Carlyle! I did not expect to see you here!”

I was a bit awkward. “Uh, thanks…”

“We are a branch from Russia. Word of your notoriety against the impudent centaurs has spread wide.”

A Russian Lycaon? I was also approached by a Brazilian and Filipino Lycaon. Their fur was also different when they were in wolf-form, some having thinner hair and nimble legs.

“Want to get rich with grace? Pluto is hosting a panel on how to appeal the gods for fortune!”

Before I could approach that, my guard placed his hand on my shoulder. “Mr. Carlyle. Mr. Monarch has advised me not to let you interact with the rich deities.”

“Huh? Why?”

Louis came into my head. ‘Some thrive on making clandestine deals. It’s best to avoid them.’

Instead, something else caught my attention. There were several people crowded around a panel. I tried to get closer but couldn’t see.

“Need help?”

I turned and saw another Lycaon. However, I recognize her. And that’s because she was at my wedding.

Annette Peacock. Manager of Monarch Finances. Louis let me know that I could trust her. She hoisted me on her shoulders and let me see through the crowd.

“I’d like to ask a question!”

“No, me!”

A handsome man sat at a table. His head had a crown of poplar leaves that were white. He pointed at a woman who had asked for a question.

“Zagreus. There are many who are wondering how you feel about the game Hades where you are the protagonist.”

The god Zagreus leaned forward. He answered the question and charmingly smiled at everyone. He even glanced at me.

It was like meeting a celebrity. I knew gods are quite difficult to meet, especially the Olympians and the King and Queen of the Underworld.

Annette spoke up. “Want me to put you down?” She asked.

I nodded. “Wow, even gods have their own panels.”

“We once had special guests in the form of Herakles and Perseus. They spoke on how to be great heroes.”

“Were they all that great?” I asked.

“Herakles is a bit…” She did the crazy-finger motion.

‘He’s a buffoon!’ Louis said.

I chuckled and turned back to Annette.

“Thanks, by the way.”

“No problem. Anything for Louis’ mate.” She bowed and left. I’ll probably see her again in the future at some Papillon event.

Louis finished his keynote and met up with me at an auction. I was staring at a ring made of platinum. Since silver was off the table for me, that one would suffice.

“Buy it for me.” I told Louis.

“Okay.”

Louis made an offer on it. No one objected since he was the king of the Lycaons. Until someone made a bigger offer.

“Mercer!” Louis gritted his teeth.

Mercer Emperor, member of the Papillon League. He attended the wedding. If I remember, he is the one in charge of the Monarch Hotels in the United Kingdom. And it seems he has outbid Louis.

The rational thing Louis did, of course, was make a bigger offer. Leading to Mercer making another offer.

“How exciting…”

There was a winged being standing a few feet away from me. He wore an athletic headband and carefully watched Louis and Mercer.

“Louis, just drop it.” I said. It seemed everyone was interested in this argument.

“No. I’m getting you what you want.”

Louis raised another bid. Mercer smirked as I watched his mate also try to talk him down.

“Just drop it!” His mate said, grabbing Mercer by the hand.

Mercer scowled at Louis before letting Louis place a bid. He got the ring and gave it to me like he didn’t just almost fight another Lycaon for it.

“Was that necessary?” I asked.

“What do you mean? Everything is necessary when it comes with you.”

“Yeah, but.” I sighed and looked down. “It didn’t have to be a big deal.”

Louis hugged me close, sniffing my neck. “This is part of how we are, Dawson. I cannot allow someone to try to best me.”

I had only been in this world for almost two months. Thus, there was still a lot I had to understand.

“Of course that bastard Zelus was egging us on.” Louis muttered. The winged god from before glanced at Louis.

“Nice work, Lycaon.”

He disappeared in a flash of light, leaving behind a few feathers.

Well, I had the ring. Because of how high the bid was, we were offered to get it customized. I did what my dad had put on my original ring, which were my initials.

“Why didn’t you add mine too?” Louis asked.

“Rings are my dad’s thing.” I replied. “Louis, you literally own my soul. Is that not enough?”

He huffed. “No, it isn’t.”

Music came from another room. I wondered what was happening when Louis grabbed me and shook his head.

“No.”

“Come on! I just want to see.”

“Those are Sirens. Trust me, you don’t want to hear their music straight from the source.”

Louis realized that it is actually quite dangerous to be here any longer. He took us back to the parking lot.

“Mon amour, why do you have all these bags?”

He looked at my bodyguard, who was holding several swag bags I had picked up.

“Freebies.” I muttered.

“You know we don’t allow plastic in our community, right?”

Shit! It hadn’t occurred to me that I couldn’t bring this. Louis and the other Lycaons are very big on not using plastic ’cause it’s “human garbage”. He isn’t wrong. But I miss a damn pack of Sno Balls.

“What do you want most from this?” He asked.

I sorted through what I wanted to keep. Mini figures of Herakles and the monsters he slew during his labors, a drawing of Achilles mourning Patroclus, a blanket that was called “Nyx’s Veil,” and the Leto twin’s merch.

“Jerk.” I said.

“You love me.” Louis kissed my forehead.

“Well, I guess it can’t be helped.” I walked ahead.

“Yeah, it’s because… Wait, what do you mean?”

“Hm?” I asked.

“Your tone. It sounds like you’re upset.” Louis said. I entered the car with my bag that had the few things I was allowed to keep.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” I said.

“I could always just-” I found my phone and grabbed it. Now he couldn’t read my thoughts.

Later, he would realize what I meant. That night, I didn’t sleep with him. Only gave him one of my socks that had my scent. Should’ve let me keep the complimentary shampoo bottles…

15

Dawson Carlyle

It was the third and final day, then we could go home. This time, Louis made me stay home. I was going to object until he gave me his card.

I went down to the lobby and decided to just look around.

All the staff were quick to bow to me. By now, I had gotten used to being treated like royalty.

Despite it being summer, the hotel was strangely chilly. I put on my favorite sweater and sat inside a private cabana reserved for Louis and me.

“Do you want to get something to eat?” I asked my bodyguard.

“No.” He replied.

Instead, I watched the Lycaons jump in the pool, some in wolf-form and paddling in the water. The young Lycaons would love to swim here.

Look at me… Concerned about the young ones back at home. I’m getting more responsible.

Louis hasn’t spoken to me through the link in a while. Maybe he’s busy.

“Uh, can I order something?” I asked.

The bodyguard took my order and returned a few minutes later with what I wanted.

“Oh,” I muttered. “Uh, this is mint. I ordered the dark chocolate one.”

“Want me to return it?” He asked.

“Nah, I don’t want to bother them.” I replied. “It’s fine.”

I bit into the food and relaxed back as I watched people walking about. Whether it was the cold or the warmth of my sweater, I began to feel sleepy.

My senses were heightened as something felt off. I tried calling for my bodyguard, but my voice was strained.

What was happening?

Before I could even attempt to stand up, I heard a thud and saw my bodyguard had passed out on the floor.

Yup, something was wrong.

“Help…” I tried yelling, only for it to come out as a whimper.

‘Louis!’

He didn’t answer.

‘Louis! I need you!’

It was like I was speaking to a wall. A wall that had severed my link to Louis, leaving me alone.

A shadowy figure with wings appeared in the room. Despite not having eyes, it looked at me, and I saw its hands reaching for me.

Then, blackness. I passed out and felt enveloped in whatever had appeared before me.

I must’ve fallen asleep because I opened my eyes and found myself in a small room. My hands were tied behind my back and my mouth was shut.

I couldn’t panic at this time. First, I needed to assess my surroundings. I was currently inside a grey room with shelves of cleaning supplies. I still must be inside the Monarch hotel.

While struggling to break free, I scooted over to the only door in the room and began to kick it.

Hopefully, someone will hear me. The rope was tied too tightly, and I felt them scratch my wrists and bleed. Clearly, my hands are useless right now.

My attention turned to the cloth I was gagged with. My tongue swirled around and managed to release it.

“Help!” I shouted as loudly as I could. My legs kept kicking at the door. I tried everything to make as much noise, which included knocking everything over in the room.

It resulted in my being covered in cleaning chemicals and getting hit with bottles of air fresheners. But I didn’t let it stop me.

Louis still wasn’t answering. I was wondering if there was some barrier put up by whatever had taken me. And where am I?

“Anyone there?” I shouted.

Some shoes stomped on the floor. A pair of heels. I watched as the lock turned and a woman-Marie, our chauffeur-appeared on the other end.

“I found him!” She shouted. Her face was sweaty and her tie was undone. She bent down and used her claws to rip the ropes off me.

Then, the smell of honey came over me. As I exited the room, I saw Louis running down the hall and towards me.

“Louis-”

He quickly embraced me in a hug, his eyes having tears in them.

“Dawson-”

Louis quickly let go of me. I saw his hands had blisters forming on them. Louis’ face winced in pain and I stepped back quickly.

“How?” I asked.

“Silver.” Louis said.

My sweater. I took it off and turned it inside out. It was barely noticeable, but small specks of silver were sprinkled inside my sweater.

That explains why I couldn’t access Louis through the link. This whole time, I had been carrying silver on me without knowing it.

“We’ll figure it out later.” Louis said. He applied some ointment on his hands and shielded me with his body. “Tell me, who put you there?”

I glanced back at the room. “I… I don’t know.”

“Uh, Mr. Monarch.” Marie said. She pointed to something in the room I had been in.

I had knocked over all the shelves in the room, leaving the walls to be exposed. On one of the walls was the faint outline of black ash.

“A portal.” Louis muttered. “Lock down the hotel. I need all employees to be on alert.”

Louis didn’t stay and took me somewhere more private. I glanced at his hands and saw the blisters had calmed down but his palm was still red.

An announcement came on, requesting all guests to make their way to their rooms. Finally, Louis approached a room and put me in there.

“How is he?”

I turned and saw a Lycaon sitting behind a desk.

“Dawson’s fine.” Louis replied. He then turned to me. “Tell me what happened.”

I explained to Louis what happened. The cabana, the fainting, and waking up tied up. At least, what I could remember.

“How’s my guard?” I asked.

“We found him passed out in the cabana.” Louis replied. He turned to the other Lycaon and the two spoke of something quietly.

“Do you know who took me?” I asked.

Louis sighed loudly and looked upset and angry. I knew he was angry because he didn’t want me to get hurt again.

The two then spoke in French and I wasn’t able to understand. While they spoke, I looked at my sweater and the silver flakes.

Clearly, it has been tampered with. No one in the community owns silver because of its dangers. Plus, everyone knows this belongs to me.

The question is who did this and if they were after me or hurting Louis. That question was halted when wind blew past us.

Even though we were in an enclosed room… Where did the wind come from?

“Dawson…”

A whoosh sound entered my ears. On the wall, a dark figure appeared. The same one I had seen in the cabana, the shadow approached me.

“What do you want?” Louis shouted, shielding me.

“Your mate… I require him.”

His voice had an echo. Being near him, I picked up on the energy he emitted. He definitely wasn’t a normal deity. In fact, I got a similar feeling from Zagreus.

“The Oneiroi do not interfere with the surface! Who commanded you here?” Louis shouted.

Louis began to mutter something-a prayer-and the shadow slowly retreated.

“ He shall pay for this…“

Then, the shadow disappeared and I no longer felt that ominous energy.

“What did Phobetor want from Mr. Carlyle?”

Louis rubbed his head, his hand tightly holding onto my shoulder. “I don’t know.”

‘Louis.’ I spoke using the link. ‘I don’t think we should stay here any longer.’

He nodded. ‘We’ll leave after the premises are secured.’

During that hour, Louis did not let go of me. Every small bit of noise made him bear his canines and let out a deep guttural growl.

When the hotel was secured, we exited and quickly made our way to the car.

“What about my stuff?” I asked.

“They’ll bring it. You’re priority number one.”

Our chauffeur greeted us and quickly began the drive back to the airport. I stared out the window, playing with the buttons of my shirt.

“What’s going to happen to Pierre?” I asked, regarding my bodyguard.

“I was updated on him. He’s stable, according to his mate. But he doesn’t remember what happened.”

“Huh?”

First it was the dryads in the forest, then Guy Monarch, and now my bodyguard. All three forgot after I was attacked.

“They believe he was slipped water from the Lethe River.”

“How would someone get their hands on that?” I asked. The Lethe River makes those who drink the water forget their memories.

However, some apothecaries and worshippers of Asclepius are able to reduce its potency, so only recent memories are forgotten. Though, according to Bernard, it’s advised not to use it all.

“It has to be him.” Louis muttered.

“Who?”

“The Emperor family.” He replied with disgust in his voice.

While the Monarch family was head of the Papillon League, the Emperor is close to becoming second in command. And based on the books I’ve read, the two haven’t exactly seen eye-to-eye.

There’s even an old rumor that the Emperor family aided the centaurs and Tritones during the Demiandromachy .

I looked into Louis’ thoughts.

‘I can’t let anyone hurt him. Maybe I can keep him in the palace and not let him out…’

“Louis.” I said. He turned to me, but I knew his mind was elsewhere. “You aren’t planning to trap me, right?”

“Well, that’s the third time someone’s tried to take you from me. The palace is the safest place for you.” Louis replied.

As badly as I wanted to say he was wrong, he simply wasn’t. It’s clear that someone is after me. I don’t know what they want from me. Is it because I’m Louis’ mate? Are they trying to hurt him through me?

I had a lot to think about on the way back home. Louis made several arrangements and increased security.

By the time we returned, it felt like everything and everyone was under lockdown.

16

Dawson Carlyle

“All residents must remain vigilant. If you see anything suspicious, report it immediately.”

The car drove through the streets. I watched the announcements blare through the alert system and all the Lycaons listening closely.

By the time we arrived at the palace, there were several guards waiting outside and lined up. No matter where I walked, there were always no less than four following me.

I wish I could say it would be easy to simply hunker down and wait it out.

An investigation was still ongoing as to what happened to me. My bodyguard seems to be recovering, but he has no recount of what happened to him or me.

Bernard was consulted to see if I had been cursed by any gods. It was strange that Phobetor had been the one to take me.

Best theory as of right now is someone made a deal to get me taken. The reason is not known.

Lockdown was still in effect. However, a new issue has arisen.

“Dawson!” Rosalinda shouted through the phone.

“Put your seatbelt on!” Mom shouted. “Hey, Dawson. We’re 15 minutes away.”

Mom, my sister, and stepdad were visiting. My mom wasn’t exactly happy when she heard I had moved in with a guy.

Luckily, Louis had seen something like this happening and bought a moderately sized house a few miles from the main community. I had a fake job ready and Louis would hide anything about him being Lycaon.

Before arriving, I went over a few things with Louis.

“Remember, Marcus is not my real dad. My real dad is dead.” I said.

“Understood.” Louis replied. I dressed him up in a nice cotton sweater that brought out his dark eyes.

“And don’t mention anything about gods or satyrs.”

Louis nodded.

The doorbell rang and I ran over to open the door. My sister ran into my stomach and hugged my legs.

“Dawson!” She shouted. “I missed you!”

“She wouldn’t shut up about visiting you.” My step dad said. I greeted him.

Then, there was my mom. Before even stepping in, she glanced around as if she was judging every small detail.

“Mom?” I asked.

She finally turned to me and gave me a tight hug. “You were just supposed to visit your father.” She muttered.

“Well… Death has a way of bringing people together.” I replied.

“You sound like a seer.” She pulled away. “Now, introduce me to the man that’s stolen you from me.”

We all turned to Louis. He wasn’t nervous, standing tall near us and looking at me.

‘Do I say something?’

‘Yes! Idiot!’

He cleared his throat. “Uh, welcome.” He said. My sister flinched from his deep voice.

“Woah, he’s a tall man.” My step dad said. “You definitely ate your mother’s cooking.”

“My mother’s dead.” Louis replied.

I stepped forward quickly. “Uh, excuse him! He’s uh… neurodivergent!” I said and pulled Louis to the kitchen.

“Why did you mention that?” I asked.

Louis shrugged. “She is dead.” I pinched my nose in annoyance and glanced at the wall. Someone had placed two glass wolves on a shelf.

This place felt too perfectly designed.

“Don’t say anything without thinking, okay? Humans are more emotionally unstable.” I said, realizing how wrong that really is.

We returned to my family. They had been looking around with my sister sitting on the couch and giggling.

“Sorry about that.” I said. “Uh, lunch?”

Around the table, we all sat and I served the food that I definitely didn’t make. Louis, when I distracted everyone, made a prayer to the gods.

My step dad was shocked at how much meat Louis ate. I chucked this off as a quirk of his.

Now it was time for the scary part. Watching my family and Louis get to know each other over a game of Sorry was not how I was expecting this to go.

“What’s your work?” Mom asked.

“I run a hotel.” Louis replied.

“Ooh! Fancy.” My step dad said, nudging my mom’s shoulder.

My mom didn’t react. “Moving in after a month of dating? Seems awfully quick and rash.”

That was directed to me too. “Well…”

“My Dawson is the most kind and caring person I have ever met. The moment I met him, I knew we were fated to be together.”

Louis threw the dice and moved his figure across the board. He knocked off one of my sister’s pieces.

“That’s certainly uh… ambitious.”

Mom ignored my step dad’s words and looked at me. “Do you feel the same, Dawson?”

“Yes.” I said without hesitation. “I can’t explain it, but I know Louis and I are just perfect.”

“I said the same thing about your father.” She said. “And look where that got us.”

My step dad cringed. “Right. We were here to see Devin.”

I never got to visit my dad’s grave. That day, I was attacked by dryads and taken here where I have since become the mate of the king of Lycaons.

All that meant was that I never got to properly say goodbye to my dad. Even after reading his will and failing to execute his final wish.

“I can take you all.” Louis offered.

“Sure,” Mom said. Though it was like she was forcing herself.

It was easy to leave as the tension had thickened. Louis didn’t say anything, but my sister did entertain him by singing loudly on the radio.

At the cemetery, I managed to remember the location told to me by the mortician. Written in gold letters,which was strange, was my dad’s name.

Devin Carlyle.

“Bastard.” My mom muttered. Though I knew she didn’t mean it.

They were at least on good terms for my sake.

I turned to Louis. He had a weird look on his face as he stared at my dad’s tombstone.

‘Something wrong?’ I asked.

‘I don’t think so.’

Rosalinda smelled the lavender flowers planted on my dad’s grave.

My step dad comforted my mom. I guess part of her still missed him since she had tears in her eyes. This was the guy that she first fell in love with.

Even if they didn’t end up together, she was devoted to him dearly. If only he was devoted as well.

My dad wasn’t perfect. But damn… I still missed him. I’ll never hear him message me on my birthday when he offers money instead of a gift. I’ll never smell his strawberry cologne.

Louis held me. ‘Death is not the end for us.’

‘I know.’ I replied. ‘Doesn’t mean it hurts any less.’

He rubbed my back. “Does anyone smell honey?” My step dad asked.

I blushed, knowing where it was coming from.

“Now, take me to Devin’s house.”

Louis then drove us to my dad’s house.

“Dawson!” Viviane, the neighbor, shouted. She was still in her rocking chair.

I watched as she bowed to me and Louis.

Is she…?

‘Yes, she’s Lycaon.’ Louis said.

“Huh?” I asked. Everyone turned to me. I forgot to use the link.

‘What is she doing here?’ I asked.

‘Retiring. Some Lycaons prefer to move away from all the gods when they’re old.’

I never knew I had been living next to another Lycaon my entire life.

“Why is there so much mail?” Mom asked as she looked at the front porch.

“I haven’t cleared it yet. Must be around three months’ worth of mail.”

“Three months?” Mom laughed loudly. “Honey, this is almost a year of letters.”

She looked at them and chuckled when she saw something that was funny to her. It was indeed a lot of mail…

Mom didn’t need much from the house. She only grabbed some photos and looked at everything else.

“This was where Dawson first walked.” She pointed at the moldy carpet. “And this is where your dad told us that we were moving.”

Louis was careful since everything inside the house was covered in silver. I told him to go outside but he refused.

Of course, there was the smell of strawberries. I had forgotten just how strong it smelled.

It combined with the honey Louis and I had, making the house smell sweet.

A flash of light came over me, and I caught myself falling back.

‘Understand that they aren’t responsible!’

A voice rang in and quickly disappeared, quick enough for me to hear what it said but not to recognize the voice.

“Dawson!” Louis managed to catch me before I hit the ground. I opened my eyes and saw everyone was around me and was concerned.

“What happened?” Mom asked, kneeling next to me.

“Is Dawson okay?” Rosalinda asked.

I rubbed my left hand where my scar was. “Ah, I’m okay. I think I’m just tired.” I said.

Louis was looking at me with glaring eyes. He wasn’t angry at me. I don’t think he could ever be angry at me.

But something was bothering him. It’s been that way ever since we returned from New York.

“I think I have everything. Let’s go.” Mom said.

Returning to our fake home, Louis kept checking up on me through the link. I didn’t know if I should tell him what I heard. I wondered if he heard it too.

I wasn’t sure if mom approved of Louis. I watched as she got in her car and looked at him up and down.

“I guess.” She muttered.

She turned to me and gave me a tight hug.

“Oh, by the way. Do you remember that Anais girl?” She asked.

Anais? As a matter of fact, I do! “Yes! I haven’t seen her in a while.”

Mom handed me a paper. “She wants to talk to you again. I guess she wants to catch up.” Anais’ number was written on it.

With that, they left. Rosalinda said goodbye to Louis. Out of the three of them, she really liked Louis and called him a “wolf-man.”

“Who’s this Anais?” Louis asked.

“She was an old friend I made when I was a kid.” I said. “We sort of just lost touch at some point. She was strange.”

“How so?”

I shrugged. “She was just strange. Always climbed trees and never wore shoes.”

Now that we could stop pretending, I assumed we would go back home. Instead, Louis picked me up and carried me inside.

“Huh? What are you doing?”

“We’re alone, Dawson. I’m not letting this moment go to waste.” He began to kiss my face while his hands slipped under my shirt.

“Sly dog.” I said.

He nuzzled his nose on my neck, causing the smell of honey to emit.

“Yes, I am.”

17

Louis Monarch

“How much longer are we going to be under this lockdown?” Marcel asked.

His wife, Charlette, nudged him in the torso.

“He’s worried about his mate. You’d do the same if something happened to me.”

“True, true.” Marcel replied. “The Emperor family has so far rejected that they were involved in Mr. Carlyle’s disappearance.”

“I know they’re behind this.” I said.

“How do you know? Yeah, the Emperors aren’t exactly the nicest. But I’d say they’ve remained quiet for a while.”

“Exactly.” I replied. “They’ve been quiet for a while. Doesn’t that seem strange? They are not the type of hush randomly.”

I looked out the window and saw that dusk was setting.

“They’re plotting something. I know it…”

When night arrived, Dawson and I got dressed in our ceremonial clothing. Tonight would be a full moon, meaning we had to make a grande offering to our goddess.

I was surprised by how adapted Dawson had become with all the ceremonies and rites needed to be completed.

We washed our hands in the pool of water before the temple.

“Achelois, wash our hands and cleanse them.” Dawson said.

Bernard placed a necklace of flowers on our necks.

“Antheia, bless us with your temporal beauty.” I said.

Inside the temple, the large Selene statue was draped in sheer fabric and her altar had been cleared of all offerings.

The skylight brought in the full glow of the moon, casting Lady Selene in a brilliant light that elevated her ivory face and crescent.

Attendants came in and placed all sorts of offerings, such as aged wine and some of our best cattle that had been slaughtered for this event. They burned in the fire, and the smoke rose until it breached past the open window.

Dawson and I then held out our moonstones that were damp from the moon water. The two stones were placed at Selene’s feet.

At that moment, my scarred palm began burning. I ignored the pain and saw Dawson too was struggling with something.

‘Are you okay?’

He nodded. ‘My hand burns a bit. Nothing too serious.’

I had done this ceremony alone since I was five, after my mother and father died. I wasn’t sure if this pain was part of it or perhaps something was wrong.

“She has spoken!”

Bernard brought out the small bronze bowl of moon water with floating pieces of morning glory. A perfectly centered reflection of the moon was portrayed on the water’s surface.

Lady Selene has been pleased with our offering.

I sighed in relief. My first time doing this ceremony with my mate and it went perfectly.

“Can we sleep now?” Dawson yawned.

“Yes, mon amour.” I replied. I offered to carry him. He rejected that offer.

However, I couldn’t sleep that night. I felt like someone was watching me.

Maybe someone was. I turned outside and knew the moon was staring at me. A gut feeling told me. Afterall, the connection between Lycaons and the moon is hard to explain fully.

‘Did I offend you, Lady Selene?’ I asked, wondering if anyone would receive that message.

‘…’

A lack of response, yet it almost felt like she had heard me.

I didn’t get a response because my phone rang. A message from Landry, head of security.

‘We have a trespasser.’

‘What are they?’

‘A Hamadryad. She’s claiming she’s a friend of Dawson.’

Dawson? He doesn’t have a good relationship with dryads after he was attacked by them a while back.

‘Just dump her in the forest. It’s not our business.’

‘We would, Mr. Monarch. But she insists that she needs to speak to you and Mr. Carlyle immediately.’

Even as it may seem suspicious, there was a feeling that I needed to see her. I left Dawson with a shirt with my scent while I left to the head guard post

Landry greeted me. “I am sorry for interrupting you at this time, Mr. Monarch.”

“It’s fine. I couldn’t sleep.”

He walked ahead. “We found her trespassing the boundary line and arrested her. She claims to be an old friend of Mr. Carlyle. Though we aren’t sure if she’s telling the truth.”

Inside a cell was a young woman with slender limbs and her hair was covered in walnut leaves.

“Who are you?” I asked through the cell. She looked up and stood up.

“Mr. Monarch! Where is Dawson? Please, I must speak to him too!” She shouted.

“Calm down.” I said. I turned to Landry. “She’s far from her tree, no? Won’t she perish if she doesn’t guard it?”

“Uh,” Landry pointed to next to the Hamadryad. A small pot with a walnut tree sapling was potted, though it looked slightly withered.

Fall was coming. But I knew enough about trees to know that the sapling was in critical condition. And the Hamadryad herself looked weak.

“See if Quincy has anything to help her.” I told Landry.

He left quickly while I returned to the Hamadryad.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

She muttered something about oaths. The girl was clearly upset about something. Hamadryads don’t just leave their trees. Which means something forced her to leave.

“It’s Karya. But Mr. Carlyle called me…”

“Anais!”

Dawson was panting as he had run here, followed by Landy.

“Mon amour? Why aren’t you asleep?” I asked and approached him.

“Something woke me up.” He replied. “I don’t know why. But I had the feeling to follow you.”

Dawson and the Hamadryad looked at each other. It was like he quickly recognized an old friend and approached the cell bars.

“Anais? What are you doing here?”

“Dawson! Oh, how long has it been?” She said.

“Almost a decade. But how do you know about the Lycaons?”

He stepped back and looked at her hair and sapling next to her. It was like a light bulb turned on, and he pieced it together.

“How…” Dawson muttered.

It was strange. A mortal cannot see the godly world unless they are exposed to it by someone of said world. Mortals can either come into contact with a demiandro or begin worshipping them.

Dawson is a full human. He shouldn’t have been able to know about our world until we met. And yet, that day, he was getting attacked by nymphs.

And his childhood friend was a nymph too.

It didn’t make sense. How could Dawson know about our world long before we met?

Quincy arrived quickly. He administered help for Karya, or I guess Anais. I sat with Dawson in a waiting room.

“Who is she?” I asked.

“She was a friend I made when I was wandering the forest. I was a kid, and it was after my parents divorced. I saw her and she was friendly with me.

“It was strange ’cause she always stuck near a tree and never walked too far. But she was the only one I was close to. We drifted when I got older and she found some other people, I guess nymphs.”

Anais made a steady recovery. But whatever she had to tell us was urgent as she insisted we speak to her.

“Someone is hunting Mr. Dawson.” She said.

“I knew it…” I muttered.

“Who?”

“Is it Emperor?” I asked.

“No, actually.” Anais replied, which shocked me.

“Then who?”

“That’s the thing. I don’t know.” She looked down at her sapling between her legs. “A random night came, and some dark figure came to the orchard I lived in and burned everything down.

“All my other friends perished but I managed to save a cutling of my tree and protect it.”

Anais wiped her tears.

“The voice asked where Dawson was, which I thought was weird. But it kept asking and burning everything until it thought everyone was dead.”

“How’d you find me? How’d you find my mom? She told me you had asked to see me.”

“I remembered how you described your house. And strawberries, strangely. I tracked the scent and found your mom’s house. I guess the smell never left when you lived there.

“As to how I found you. I lived with some Maenads, and they spoke about Louis Monarch and his new mate. That’s how I came here.”

She held her only bit of her tree left tightly. Dawson placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Anais.” He said.

She let out a ragged breath. “I don’t know why someone is looking for you, Dawson. But they were clearly some chthonic gods that are angry.”

Dawson doesn’t even like stepping on bugs at risk of angering Eos. There’s no way he’s gained the ire of the gods.

Someone must’ve put a curse on him.

“Stay here for the night.” I said.

“No! I should go. I’ve bothered you two enough with my dramatics.”

“It is not in Lycaon nature to throw out a welcomed guest. Please, at least until you get better.”

Dawson then spoke up. “Don’t worry, Anais. This place has top notch security.”

She looked at both of us before nodding. Dawson and I had to return to our room. Only three hours until daylight.

“Louis.” Dawson muttered. “Can I be honest?”

“Of course.”

“I’m scared.”

I held his hand while we walked back. “That’s okay, mon amour. I’ll always be here. Don’t ever let me go.”

He nodded but genuinely looked upset. I ran into Quincy as he was preparing to leave.

“Is she good?” He asked about Anais.

“Yes.”

He looked at his phone. “I heard her speaking about the chthonic gods. Luckily for you, you may be able to get some answers.”

“How?” Dawson asked quickly.

Quincy showed the date. “The Eleusinian Festival is coming up. I’m sure perhaps someone from the Underworld will be able to offer answers.”

Dawson looked like he was thinking about it.

“Don’t worry too much right now, mon amour. Let’s get back and sleep.”

Though, from all the issues we had going on, sleep was the last thing we had on our minds.

18

Dawson Carlyle

It always felt like some festival or ceremony was being planned. And according to Bernard, this isn’t even half of it. If we worshipped every god, our calendars would be full to the brim.

Hence why we worship the vital gods, the Olympians, and our patron gods.

I was tasked with assisting with the planning. Luckily, my old job had some traces of planning.

“Would it be offensive if we had pumpkin carving?” I asked.

“Uh,” Lucilla looked at everyone. “I don’t think so.”

“This event marks the end of summer and start of fall, when Kore returns to the Underworld and Lady Demeter misses her. That’s why this event shouldn’t be bland. It should be festive as a way to cheer up Demeter.

“Afterall, she is missing her daughter. When someone is upset, they should be brought up, not reminded of their pain.”

Corinne smacked her tongue loudly. “It wouldn’t hurt.”

‘Remember Dawson…’ Louis said through the link.

‘I know, the gods aren’t our friends. But that doesn’t mean we can’t be friendly to them. They deserve honor in a just way.’

“I’ll make plans, then.” Lucilla said.

Wow, this is too damn easy.

The door burst open. “Some of the orchards have been burned!”

It was Quincy. And he was covered in soot.

“What?” I asked.

Some of us followed Quincy. They turned into wolf-form and ran through the town until we arrived at an area of the orchard that was the furthest from any building.

An entire acre was burned as the trees were nothing more than black piles of branches.

“That’s weird.” I said, inspecting one. “The fire didn’t spread any further.”

“Maybe it was the dew? Herse is another god we make offerings to.”

“Yeah, but look.” I pointed to the boundary between the burnt and untouched trees. “Wouldn’t have more burned down if they were all close to one another?”

It was like an invisible border was formed between the two sides and the fire didn’t pass through. That means it was controlled.

“Did someone light it?” Lucilla asked.

Quincy and I looked around the orchard and investigated as much as we could. The burns were only concentrated on the trees and the grass around it was not touched.

“Have security check the cameras from the past 8 hours. And assign guards to this area.” I said.

Lucilla nodded and ran off in her wolf-form. I turned to Corinne.

“Have Lisette keep the children away from a mile perimeter of this place. No one should step foot here.”

Corinne ran off to deliver my message.

‘My mate is such a natural leader.’ Louis told me.

‘Just hurry up and get back from hunting. This is a serious issue.’

‘Of course, mon amour.’

As the area was closed off, I returned to the guard post and informed Landry of all the issues that had come up and my observation.

It was time for me to also visit Anais.

“Dawson!” She jumped in my arms. I don’t remember her being this small.

“How are you feeling? Better?”

“Mhm!” She nodded. “My sapling isn’t withering anymore. I’ll need to find somewhere to have it rooted so it can grow bigger.”

‘I’m inviting her to live here.’

‘This land is yours as much as it is mine.’ Louis replied.

I watched Anais fix the walnut leaves of her tree. When I saw her as a child, I always just thought she really liked trees.

Her hair was always covered in leaves. I used to question if she had parents since she never talked about a home.

I guess it was because she was a hamadryad and never could leave her tree.

“Karya.” I said. I heard her call herself that to Louis when I was listening through the link.

“That was my given name. But I took Anais when I tried to make new friends.”

There was one question that made me curious. “How was I able to see you? I should’ve only seen you as just a tree, not a nymph.”

Anais looked at me puzzled.

“Weren’t you always aware of this world?”

“No. It wasn’t until I met Louis.”

“That’s weird.” Anais said. “The town you lived in didn’t have any other creatures. I was the only one you ever saw, right?”

It was her. Then when I got older and had an encounter with those dryads, then the Lycaons.

“Maybe you just accidentally brushed upon a sacred statue or touched a hippocampus thinking it was a horse.” Anais said.

“It doesn’t matter.” I replied, though I was lying.

“I heard about the orchard. I knew I felt something was amiss this morning.”

The hamadryads do have some connections with other trees.

“That fire. It felt similar to the one that destroyed my friends.”

I glanced at her. “Really?”

“Mhm. It’s not wild fire that is unexpected. This is something that was deliberately controlled.”

That adds more to this mystery. Whatever attacked Anais and her orchard also attacked ours last night. There was a connection that I had to look for.

“I’ll see you later.” I bid goodbye to Anais and left.

Louis heard all of it and informed Landry. I knew an entire investigation bigger than I had anticipated would ensue.

It didn’t help that it was also connected to my attempted kidnapping back in New York. And possibly also connected to Guy Monarch and the dryads in the woods.

Plus, that line, “Understand that they aren’t responsible!”

A lot of loose strings and I strangely felt like I had to connect them.

‘What are you doing now?’ Louis asked.

I saw his vision. He was in wolf-form and running through green pastures on his way back home.

‘Keep planning the festival. I’ll also check the actors for the play.’

‘Good luck. I love you.’

I gushed when he said that. He called me “mon amour” and “my mate” all the time. But something about “I love you” just feels so romantic.

After finishing work and checking on the kids, I returned home and looked at the palace. I had guards constantly following, which I had grown to ignore.

A room titled ‘Louis Monarch’ engraved in gold stood before me. Inside, I quickly picked up that it was Louis’ father’s room.

Louis Monarch, though they prefer to call him Louis the Elder or Louis the Handless.

Why handless? As from the large portrait in the middle of the wall, it was because he always wore large gloves.

Next to him was Louis’ mother, Elodie Monarch. While Louis got his father’s face, his dark brown eyes were from his mother.

The room was all neat. I checked a wall and saw a map of the Nose temple. He had an array of pens.

More interesting were the laurel crowns on every corner of the room, sitting atop carved heads of past Monarch members.

Actually, it was boring.

There’s nothing interesting in this room.

“Are you looking for something?” I turned and saw Marcel standing there.

“I was just looking.” I replied.

“Louis insists on still having this room cleaned even though it’s been over two decades since his father passed.”

I bit my lips. “Is it true?” I asked.

“What? Going mad?”

Marcel stood next to me as we looked at the portrait.

“It happens rarely. But if a Lycaon does not meet their mate after half their life or their matehood is severed, they not only grow mad, but have a desire to kill their mate.”

“Seems a little overboard.”

Though I understood. When it comes to mates, nothing stops them from getting together. And to defile that would be a slap in the face to Lady Selene and the Moirai.

Going mad is the most generous consequence of betraying the gods.

“How’s Camille? Still wanting to be my personal bodyguard?” I asked.

He chuckled. “That girl. She gets it from her mother, I tell you. Just wait until you and Louis have your kids.”

“What?”

“Would he get your personality or Louis?”

“Hang on! I thought that was just a joke!”

Marcel began to walk out of the room slowly and muttering about babies and eye color.

‘Bastard.’ I said to Louis.

‘It’s not as bad as it seems.’

‘Shut up!’

I took one last glance at the portrait of Louis’ father. He lost his wife after she died and he went mad and killed himself since there was no one to take that curse.

Wait, so would it happen to me if Louis…

No. I can’t think that. We’re both young and have a long life, especially since Lycaons live longer than average.

I still had to finish preparations to speak to the Underworld with this upcoming festival and hopefully get some answers.

19

Dawson Carlyle

The Eleusinian Festival, modeled after the Eleusinian Mysteries. As fall came and the weather got cooler, it was time for us to honor the bringer of seasons.

“I will not raise the earth unless my daughter is returned!” The actress portraying Demeter shouted.

Zeus then walked on stage and tried comforting her. Demeter snapped and lashed at him for his impudence.

On the other side of the stage, where the Underworld was, Hades convinced Persephone to eat a few pomegranate seeds.

“Very well, I shall have your daughter returned.”

Zeus walked through the stage and spoke to Hades. Of course, there was the issue of the seeds.

“Your daughter must return to the Underworld for six months on account of her eating six seeds.” Zeus decreed.

Demeter became upset. “She is my daughter! Who was stolen from me! I do not have to give her up for your needs!”

“It is how the rules work.”

“Perhaps you don’t understand because you aren’t a respectful father! But I wish to protect Persephone from all the dangers, including you!”

Demeter’s anger was felt through the audience. I wanted to cry from how good the actress was.

“Mother,” Persephone said. She hugged Demeter. “It was a mistake. I promise.”

“My child.” Demeter comforted her daughter.

Louis told me that he isn’t a fan of how much of modern media portrays Demeter as an angry woman rather than an angry mother.

She was a goddess who felt powerless after her daughter was stolen from her. And even then, she had to sacrifice half the year just because an arbitrary rule said so.

In the end, it finished with Persephone leaving Demeter and joining Hades, who crowned her Queen of the Underworld while Demeter sat on a rock and the plants around her withered and snow filled the stage.

Now we waited a few months for Persephone to return, at which Demeter will bring about spring.

“Did anyone record that? That was so good.” I said.

Louis twirled a bit of my hair. “Didn’t know you enjoyed theater that much.”

People began to leave the theater after the play. Some made final arrangements while the rest returned home.

Louis and I approached the pyre where we had lit the offering. A few embers ablaze, but the fire had since died down and left only the logs and straws.

“How do we do this? I’ve never spoken to a chthonic god.” I said.

“Me neither.”

“What?”

“It’s not something people usually do.” Louis told me.

Only those looking to make clandestine deals or searching for power make contact with the Underworld gods. And it’s not that the Underworld as a whole is evil…

There just happens to be a lot of unsavory gods.

I watched Louis pull out a shovel and begin to dig out a pit on the ground, right next to the dying pyre. He then poured several liquids in.

“Since Persephone is entering the Underworld, the gates should be weaker today.”

Louis poured animal blood and mixed it around. As the mixture became one deep red color, it began to emit a foul odor.

“Is this going to work?” I asked.

“If I followed the rules properly. Otherwise, we’ll be thrown into Tartarus.”

The fuck? Why didn’t he tell me this sooner?

The area around the pit of liquid began to turn black. I stepped back but Louis held my shoulder, making me stand in place.

Black shadows began to cover my shoes until it stopped. Then whispering emerged from the pit. The liquid had turned an opaque blue.

“Who dares to speak?”

It was a dark voice. I knew immediately it was not of this world. It reminded me of Phobetor’s from New York.

“We seek answers that cannot be explained.” Louis replied.

A silhouette appeared in the water.

“Mortal, you have opened a world into Hades. Your question better be enlightening.”

Whatever that meant…

Louis cleared his throat. He seemed brave but I could feel his heart beating fast.

“Who am I speaking to?”

“I am Keuthonymos.”

I turned to Louis. I don’t recall that name exactly, but I knew that he must have some deep connections. Perhaps he can answer our questions.

“There has been a presence of gods who have been interfering with my mate. We believe it is the Underworld gods.”

“Perhaps yes, perhaps no. Tell me, mate of the king of the Lycaons, do you believe you’ve offended the gods?”

Crap, it was on me now. I tried thinking about anything that I might have done. Maybe I used to call a stray dog Kerberus, or didn’t perform a proper libation.

But that would be wrong. I haven’t done anything wrong. “No, I haven’t.”

A chuckle came from Keuthonymos.

“And you’d be correct.”

Louis held my hand. “So, why have the Oneiroi been harassing us?” He asked.

There was silence on the other end until Keuthonymos’ face became more visible. A frail man with wrinkles on his face had his eyes lit to a yellow hue.

“It seems someone has made a deal with the Underworld.”

“Does the deal entail my mate?”

“Yes. A Lycaon from your clan made a deal with several Underworld gods to have your mate stolen from you.”

“And the fire in our orchards?” I asked.

“It seems that the Lampades, followers of Hekate, have also been a part of the deal. They set your orchards on fire as a warning.”

“Warning?”

Keuthonymos whispered in Greek.

“Whoever made that deal is not keeping their end. They have borrowed immense power to achieve their goal but have not offered what the gods truly want.”

I knew what it was: Their soul. People who make deals with gods can be granted all sorts of success and riches but sometimes have to pay in their souls being held hostage.

Though, it’s the same with the heavenly and earthly gods, too. Deals to them are about being given and giving tenfold.

“How can we end this assault on my mate? He is innocent in all of this.”

“It is difficult because your mate is part of the deal, calling for his capture.”

The sheer blue water began to wave.

“Time is ending. But here is my final call. Someone within your clan is wishing for not just your mate’s destruction, but yours as well. Appease the other gods who have been hurting you.”

Then, the water turned clear and Keuthonymos disappeared.

“Someone is after you.” Louis muttered. “I thought it was the Emperor family. But it’s actually from Monarch.”

“Who would come for me?” I asked, not expecting an answer.

Louis was on edge after we ended the ritual. I knew what I had to do then.

It was clear that the gods were upset because they were not receiving their end of whatever deal was made.

That’s actually an advantage to me. By offering sacrifices to them, I can calm them. They’d be willing to accept offerings from an innocent person stuck in the crossroads than a scammer.

“I’ll talk to Bernard tomorrow and see what I can do.”

Louis didn’t reply. Instead, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the woods.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

I tried listening to his thoughts using the link, but it was a jumble of words and statements that were making me dizzy.

‘Danger!’ ‘Traitor in our clan.’ ‘A foe resides here.’

He was worried about what Keuthonymos had told us.

“Louis, stop!” I shouted.

I dug my heels into the ground. Louis tugged on me but I refused to move.

“I can’t let you be around anyone, Dawson!” He shouted. “You’re in danger! Someone wants to hurt you…”

He teared up, bringing up my hand to his face.

“I can’t lose you.”

There are all sorts of dangers, I knew that well. I have experienced many of those dangers.

In a way, it was clear to see that I was marked. Not because I had offended the gods, but because I was a part of a deal that requires me.

The reason is unknown. But if they are willing to get me to be far away from Louis, they clearly don’t have good intentions.

“Do you want to hide me away?” I asked.

“Huh?” Louis asked.

“Would that make you feel better? Tying me up and locking me away so that only you can see me? Essentially trapping me away from the world.”

I had to get Louis to see how ridiculous his thoughts were.

“You can’t just hide me and think all will be well.”

“I’m not letting them get you, Dawson. Anyone could be guilty.”

My free hand came up to gently grab his face. “Those other Lycaons have been with you since you were a kid. Many raised you and led this clan by your side. You really don’t trust them?”

“Guy tried to-”

“Guy was hexed. Whoever made that deal must’ve used a mind-controlling power to corrupt Guy.”

Louis didn’t falter. He kept looking around as if someone would come out from the trees and attack us.

I wasn’t sure how to deflate his growing freight. Losing a mate is one of the worst fates a Lycaon can experience. There’s a reason why it’s common for widowed Lycaons to take their life after the death of their partner.

Because those two bonds are too strong. It’s akin to holding onto two strings and having one cut off and the other trimmed.

Lycaons would rather meet in the Underworld than ever be separated again.

“We can try to look for the mole. Figure out who is the one trying to end us.” I said.

“It’s too dangerous.” Louis said.

“Please trust me, Louis. I’ll be extra careful and watch over.”

Louis seemed unconvinced. But we were lucky this ceremony was done when no one was around.

Honestly, it seemed too much of a hassle to investigate everything. That’s why we had to be stealthy. Otherwise, the next time I speak to an Underworld deity will be King Minos.

20

Louis Monarch

His proposal was risky, but I couldn’t simply lock Dawson away forever. We needed to maintain an appearance that showed that everything was going well.

Especially with the reputation the Monarch family has gotten recently.

Because Dawson is human, there are speculations that the Monarch family is at a weak point. It’s a stereotype based on past kings who had human mates and always ended with them dead, trying to protect their mates.

But it’s a different time. And Dawson has proven to be capable of handling himself. Especially with his encounter with Gryneus the centaur.

Now I had to work with figuring out who is the rat in this place.

Marcel? Landry? Jean?

I need questions.

“Walk with me, Marcel.”

He looked up and nodded. I led us through the halls, needing to get him away from anyone else.

“Our stables need some cleaning. Gods know what would happen if the Earth-shaker saw even a glimpse of dirt on his mares.”

“How is Camille?”

“Great. Why do you ask?”

“Nothing. I was just wondering how long you and Charlette took to come with child.”

“Like a day or two. She joked that I must’ve gotten possessed by Priapus.”

I looked outside. My Dawson was somewhere out there, probably scared.

‘Louis, I’m literally with the pups right now! Stop freaking out!’ Dawson said.

“Let me guess, are you hoping Dawson gets pregnant soon?” Marcel asked.

‘Wait-’ I mind-blocked Dawson. He didn’t have to know this.

“It’s not a bad thing to want a pup, right?” I asked.

“I mean, it’s already difficult for two mates of the same sex to conceive. And on top of that, Dawson is human.”

“True.” I muttered.

Marcel joined me to look out the window. We looked at the building where all the kids were growing up. Dawson was somewhere in there,

“You can try praying to Queen Hera or Titaness Rhea. Or perhaps Hermaphroditus, if that’s how far you’re willing to go.”

I shoved Marcel lightly.

“How much would you protect Camille?” I asked.

“With my life.”

It’s one thing for a bond between mates to be strong. But children are a different story. All Lycaons have an instinct to protect their children, even at the cost of their mate.

History books have talked about the Dark Ages, before we were granted blessings from Zeus, about Lycaons starving for their pups. Some would even sacrifice their bodies so their children may eat.

And since the child is the product of their bond, the Lycaon won’t go mad after losing their mate.

It always made me wonder why my father went mad…

“For now, you have Dawson. He’s basically a mother to the other kids. But when the right time comes, you’ll get that feeling of needing to protect both of them.”

There was no way Marcel could be the mole. We’ve been friends for our entire lives, born around the same time.

So, I safely ruled him out.

I unblocked the link with Dawson.

‘Bastard! I wanted to hear!’

‘Marcel isn’t the mole.’

‘Yeah, I don’t think Lisette or Lucille are either. But I think we can count off most Lycaons. It needs to be someone inside the main circle.’

‘That includes Bernard, my associates, excluding Marcel, and the guards.’

‘Seeing as how the person had to have known where we were staying in New York and have access to the hotel, it needs to be a person with insider access.’

While that ruled out most suspects, the ones I had left would be difficult to check.

Of course, I could always make everyone swear an oath to Styx. It could work.

However, there are too many hands involved. Too many Underworld gods are affecting our lives. From the Oneiroi, the Fates occasionally coming here to search for someone, it’s best to keep it limited.

Plus, I don’t know if Styx herself is a part of the deal made with the mole.

It seemed that every second that ticked by the perpetrator was one step closer to finally making a solid plan to take Dawson.

And those seconds pained me. Like an impending doom that I knew was coming.

Even when the two of us were in bed, as I held him in my arms, there were still thoughts of him leaving me.

And it didn’t help that Phobetor began to haunt my dreams, sprinkling horrible visions of me losing Dawson.

That night, as I had another nightmare of Dawson disappearing from my hands, something strange happened.

“That’s enough, Phobetor!”

As the voice rang out, everything stopped. Dawson no longer disappeared in my hands, leaving only his arms.

“Do not interrupt, Morpheus!”

I turned and saw a winged man descending from a sky and walking towards me.

“Why are you antagonizing innocent mortals? They have no fault.”

“You…”

The figure of Dawson in my hands vanished, and the room began to change. We weren’t in whatever setting was before.

This is our room. And I saw Dawson sleeping peacefully in bed.

“What do you want?” I asked, already feeling on edge.

“I am aware that Phobetor has been on your and your mate’s trail.”

“Can’t you just call off whatever deal you and whatever Lycaon made?” I asked.

Morpheus got closer to me. I stepped back, feeling immense power. Even in his dream-form, he had enough power to kick out Phobetor from my mind.

“I am here to help you. I can see that you and your mate are looking for the one responsible for making the deal.”

“Just tell me.” I muttered.

“I am bound by oath to not say their name. But I can tell you something…”

The outside window was of dark blue like paint having been mixed on a canvas. This place felt like my room, but like my mind was struggling to put all the pieces together.

“The person wishing for your mate’s capture does not reside among you.”

“Huh? But Keuthonymus told us that it was someone from this clan.”

Morpheus didn’t reply. He flapped his wings and flew up.

It wasn’t until he was off in the distance when he muttered one final line.

“Fate can be tied and untied.”

Strange words. But what did I expect from them?

The dream caused me to wake up and see that morning was on the way. Dawson was still in my arms, sleeping peacefully.

He was still with me.

I kissed his head.

“Is it morning?” Dawson muttered in his sleep.

“Not yet. Go back to sleep.”

His eyes opened, showing me green that captivates me every time I look at them.

“Welp,” He slowly sat up and yawned. “Can’t sleep anymore.”

I sat back and patted the spot next to me. Dawson came over and hugged my torso.

“Guess who visited me last night.”

I explained to Dawson the dream I had with Phobetor. Then I explained the interception by Morpheus, who told me his thoughts.

“Reside amongst us?” Dawson said.

“Yes. But that contradicts with what we were told at the Eleusinian Festival.”

Dawson thought for a while. “Maybe they’re both right.” He said.

“How so?”

He looked out the window. “Isn’t here, but is. Remember, the gods love to speak in riddles. We’ll just have to be on the lookout for something.”

It didn’t help much. In fact, Morpheus’ words may have puzzled us even more.

“Maybe it’s code for Prometheus. Foresight, right? It’s something that isn’t here but is always around. Tomorrow.” Dawson suggested.

“In that case, would we be looking for a titan?”

“I don’t know.”

“Enough. This is too much for five in the morning.” I said.

It was only a few hours until it was time to work. I had a day full of meetings, and he had a day full of planning. But not right now.

21

Dawson Carlyle

It’s unbelievable how much time has passed since I first came to this world. By now, the sight of flying animals and women who can grow flowers from their hands no longer fazed me.

I sometimes wondered how my mom would react if she saw this place. If she saw just how different the world actually is.

The temperature grew colder. Fall was here and everyone was harvesting the food and setting up the winter crops.

While Louis didn’t want me to help, I offered to assist. And a friend accompanied me.

“It feels weird to collect fruits from a tree.” Anais said.

“You’ll be fine.”

Anais had made a recovery. It was slow, but after finding out the fire was caused by the Lampades, Quincy was able to administer proper treatment since it was a different type of fire.

“Are your walnuts harvestable?” I asked.

We looked over at her sapling sitting in its pot.

“Not yet. My tree reverted to a juvenile, so it’ll take a while for it to grow back.”

That was why she seemed younger, because she aged backwards like her tree.

Some of the branches on her tree appeared to have been cut off and covered in a bandage.

“Did you cut them?” I asked.

“Yes. Those were dead branches. Sometimes, you have to cut off dead things to let other things thrive.” She explained.

Her face looked solemn, depressed even.

“What were your other friends like?” I asked.

“There was Morea. She was a mulberry tree. And Ptelea, an elm tree. We were all sort of fosters who were wandering alone in the human world.”

Honestly, I was once mad at Anais for leaving me on a random day. She was the only friend who looked after me.

But, now realizing she was a nymph and needed to be around others like her, I could understand.

Besides Anais, a hamadryad, and the other dryads and the abundance of Daphnaie nymphs were sparse.

Of course, many are a result of human activity. The Meliaes are currently at a critical level and there isn’t much help being done by the gods.

Damn humans…

“That should be the last.” Lucille said. “Some of this will be distributed to clients and others will be stored for us.”

Some young wolves ran by with baskets strapped to their sides, followed by a train of kids giggling.

“Guess doing work is fun for everyone.” I mentioned.

“Well, duh. It’s a community. Everything should be done together.”

“For humans, some parents kick their kids out when they turn eighteen.”

Anais and Lucille gasped.

“That’s barbaric!” Lucille said. “I don’t know much about the economy, but I do know that it’s quite expensive to own a house.”

“It is.” I said.

“Lycaons only leave this compound if they are expelled or leave voluntarily.” Lucille explained.

They are a tight knit community. If I could rank bonds, first would be child-parent, then mate-mate, and Lycaon-Lycaon.

I had another task to attend and left the gardens and made my way to the temple. Bernard greeted me as he was performing a ritual.

“Sometimes, Helios needs an offering.” He told me.

“So, I always thought the earth revolved around the sun…”

Bernard smiled at me. “Uh, it’s interesting. I know some other groups have different beliefs. Some believe that Helios doesn’t carry the sun but carries the earth around the sun.”

“And what do you believe as a high priest?”

He patted my shoulder. “Help me with cleaning up Selene.”

Once again, the question is brushed off. Louis did the same once. I know that I’m human and was raised believing that the earth rotated around the sun.

Cleaning the statue of Selene is oddly relaxing. It’s like I can feel her energy radiating through the marble and paint. It’s warm. Obviously, since the moon reflects the sun.

I stopped cleaning when Bernard let out a shiver.

“Oh, my…” He muttered.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

Bernard rubbed his chest and pointed to the skylight. A shadow flashed across the sky quickly.

“Thanatos.” Bernard muttered.

Death. A being so ominous that his name is only muttered in his presence. His arrival means one thing. Someone had died.

I didn’t have to say it out loud for Bernard to turn into a silver wolf and offer me a ride. He ran out of the temple and through the streets.

Other wolves had arrived at a house situated near a tailor shop. A man wailing loudly could be heard from three blocks away.

“My Coralie!”

Pain entered me. I could feel that man’s grief. Others around me felt it too as they held their chest and muttered prayers.

Bernard took us inside the house. I got off him and saw a man sitting on a chair next to a bed. An elderly woman laid in bed, her eyes closed.

I approached the man in the chair, Armel, I recalled. He sobbed and called for his mate to return.

I did what I could and held his hand while he left his grief out. He needed to share his grief, otherwise, he’d go mad.

Louis came quickly and joined me. Bernard began to say prayers and started the funeral process.

Even before, death was a concept that terrified me. Heaven was there, but if I was being honest, I never had proof of anything.

Here, there are gods that roam the earth. I have encountered one myself. And the Underworld is a place where all souls go after death.

Despite this life not being the end, it was still tragic to lose someone in it. The idea of never being able to hold their hands and speak to them didn’t satisfy my nerves.

“I wish to join her.” Armel said.

Louis nodded. “I understand.”

Joining her. Their bond was so strong that he’d rather die than to continue living without her.

Noble and quite common for Lycaons.

Bernard retrieved what he needed and began to make a concoction. He used gloves and covered his nose as he made a dark purple liquid.

Armel drank the liquid, said a prayer, then kissed his wife on the head and lay next to her. Louis and I kept saying our incantations as Armel slowly faded out until he shut his eyes, a smile on his face.

“We shall start the funeral.” Bernard said.

Louis held my hand. “Are you okay?”

I had thoughts of my father. He died alone. He probably thought I hated him.

“Yeah.” I muttered. It was the only thing I could say.

The planning committee was quick to organize the funeral. It follows a set of instructions that need to be executed.

The bodies of Coralie and Armel were draped in burial clothing and the Lycaons came to pay their respects.

A service was then held where their bodies were carried through the city as onlookers lamented. This was perhaps the most heartbreaking moment for me.

There was a burial site located a few yards away from the temple. There, pits were dug and their bodies were rested side by side to each other.

Bernard placed gold coins under their tongue. Charon’s obol, to pay their fee across the River Styx.

And with today’s new rules of the Underworld, they would also be granted better accommodation.

But it didn’t end there. Afterwards, they all started celebrating.

A small fest was held where food and wine were served. Armel and Coralie’s legacy would continue on. And the Lycaon’s wanted to remember them in grace, not despair.

“You look shocked.” Louis told me.

“Well, funerals are typically a moment of mourning. We wear black and give casseroles.”

“That’s grim. Death is merely a waypoint for us. We mourn those we lose and must continue living for them.”

I sipped my wine.

If my father had… after I found this world, I perhaps would’ve done something similar to this.

A whoosh of wind came over Louis and I. Strong energy arrived.

“Someone’s here.” Louis said.

We stood up and looked around. I saw a few leaves floating near the burial site. The leaves danced around.

“Huh?”

Louis pinched his nose. “For gods’ sake.” He muttered.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

I got closer to the dancing leaves. It was as if they were trying to entrance me, alluring me closer.

The leaves then jumped and landed on me, covering me in the leaves and spiderwebs. A laughter came from my side while I thrashed around.

“It’s not funny.”

“Haha! They fall for it every time!”

Some of the web got in my mouth. I saw just who it was that was laughing at me.

A tall man sat on a stone clutching his stomach while giggling. He wore a bronze cap and a staff with two snakes. And his shoes had wings on them.

“Must you prank every mortal, Hermes?”

“Sorry.”

Hermes, messenger of the gods, wiped his eyes of tears.

“It is just too good of an opportunity to pass.”

I knew what Hermes was here for. The souls of the dead.

22

Dawson Carlyle

Hermes extended his caduceus and pointed it at the grave of the newly buried Lycaons.

“Are they the ones?”

“Yes.” Louis replied. 

Before he could herald the souls, Hermes turned to me. All the gods are the peak of beauty. Even Hephaestus, strangely. When they said he was ugly, it just meant he was uglier than the other gods, but still handsome. 

Hermes was no exception. His tanned skin and beautiful brown eyes entranced me. 

‘Stop.’ Louis said. 

I blinked and looked away. 

“So, this is the human mate of the Lycaon king.”

What do I say to a god? This is my first time meeting an actual god. And not just any god, an Olympian, son of Zeus.

“Uh.” 

“Don’t be so courtly.”

Louis once told me that the gods are not our friends. They are beings we worship and thus cannot be treated as anything lower than that. 

Yet, Hermes wants me to drop the formality. Is this a test?

‘No, it’s not.’ Louis said. ‘That’s just how Hermes is.’

Hermes smirked. 

“It’s an honor to meet you.” I said. 

“I get that all the time. But out of all the gods, I’d say I’m the favorite one amongst mortals.”

He’s cocky. Definitely an Olympian. 

Using his caduceus, Hermes extracted the souls of the recently deceased Lycaons. Two glowing orbs of white light entered his staff. 

Hermes saw me watching him intently.

“Don’t worry. They’ll be reunited in the Underworld.”

I stammered a bit. “Uh, thanks for that.”

He nodded. Louis looked upset and hugged me closer to him. Hermes giggled. 

“Relax, king of Lycaons. I have no business taking your mate.”

Before Hermes could leave, there was something I wanted to ask him. All this talk of death made me curious.

“Uh, Hermes.”

“Call me Argeiphontes. That’s what my friends call me.”

“Okay.” I muttered. “Argeiphontes, how many souls do you see to everyday?”

“Thousands, sometimes. Though, not every soul gets picked up.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Some traditions have different ways to honor their dead. So, I leave them in their bodies. Those who worship the Pantheon or have desires to join the afterlife carry an essence with them. And that’s where I pick them up and take them to the gates of Hades.”

So, not every soul is picked up. Perhaps this was Olympus’ way of still maintaining peace for all beliefs. Some may not want to go to the Underworld and would rather stay on earth. 

“Did you pick up my dad?” I asked.

Hermes chuckled. 

“Are you pranking me now?”

“What?” I asked. Louis looked confused too. 

“I remember every soul I pick up. And I never once encountered a Devin Carlyle.” 

I glanced at Louis. He gave me a concerned look.

“Wait, he’s not dead?” I asked, almost angrily. 

“Just because I didn’t collect their souls doesn’t mean they aren’t dead. Perhaps his soul is somewhere else. That is… if you can conclude he’s actually dead.”

Actually dead? Now that I thought about it, I never got to see my father’s body. They said it was an accidental death, a car crash. And that his body was too mangled. It was better for me not to see. 

His friend, whoever it is, buried him for me. But I also don’t know this friend myself. I haven’t gotten word from them, if they even exist.

“There’s the internal god space. Some mortals get trapped there.”

Louis opened his mouth. “Is there possibly someone else you could-”

“I must leave! Else these souls will get angry!”

Hermes looked like someone just told him to shut his mouth. The wings on his shoes flapped and he was gone quickly. 

“My dad isn’t dead?” 

Louis comforted me. “Maybe his soul is just wandering right now. Some souls refuse to accept death and can’t move on to the next life.”

His words didn’t help. The thought of my dad not finding peace after suffering such fate didn’t sit right with me. 

Maybe he’ll come to his terms. If that’s what the issue is. 

“Want to see my father’s headstone?”

“What kind of a question is that?” I said. “Yes!”

We passed through the grave until reaching a row of grand headstones. Some had wolf statues, others had gods on them.

“These belong to former heads of the Monarch family.” Louis explained. 

I looked at the nearest ones. Clovis Monarch, Louis the Pompous, Charles X the Fair. Many had nicknames, possibly to discern from others with similar names. 

Then there was Louis the Handless, also known as Louis the Elder. Louis’ father. 

His headstone was simple. A granite stone with a gold laurel crown and a laurel tree behind it. 

“My father loved laurel crowns. He saw them as symbols of victory.”

“Was he a victor?” I asked.

He shrugged. “If he was alive longer, then I would have gotten to know him more.”

I wondered what my mother-in-law and father-in-law would have been like. From the few bits of stories I’ve been told, Louis’ mother was known to be kind and patient. 

His father, however, was known to be cold and quick to anger. Plus, his large gloves he always wore. 

“All this death talk is bumming me out.” Louis said. “Want to go for a ride?”

“A ride?”

Louis got on all four and transformed into a wolf. A large black wolf with pitch black eyes appeared before me. 

His wolf-form is something I rarely see. According to Louis, the leader of the clan only uses his wolf-form as a way to fend off enemies and impose his authority. Otherwise, there is no other reason to do so. 

Their mate, on the other hand…

‘Get on.’

I hoisted myself up and felt my skin touch his soft fur. 

“How far are we going?” I asked.

‘Until you fall asleep on my back.’

I grabbed onto his fur as he ran off through the graves and into the forest. Trees passed by while the air hit my face. 

He ran through the entire forest until arriving at smooth green pastures. The cold wind and cloudy skies already made me feel tired. 

‘Already, mon amour?’

I nodded. His fur was so soft and honey seeped from every part of him. 

‘I’ll lay you in the grass.’

Louis found a spot in the field and set me down. He curled up right next to me, letting me pat his hair gently. 

I shut my eyes, feeling comforted in this field. My mate, my love, Louis, next to me and protecting me.

23

Louis Monarch

While Dawson was sleeping, I couldn’t take my eyes off the border between Lycaon and centaur territory. 

A border had begun to be built. It was all orchestrated by Dawson after his encounter with Gryneus.

Perhaps one of the few collaborations the two groups have had in the past century. All done by a mere human. My human. 

After falling asleep for an hour, Dawson awoke and patted my fur. My tail began to wag while I licked his palm. 

“Your wolf is so beautiful!”

‘Would you like me to become wolf more often?’

“If you want. I certainly wouldn’t mind.” 

‘We must return.’ 

Dawson hopped on me again. This time, I went slowly and listened to his soft breathing. I needed him to relax. 

Especially because my heart began burning. 

I knew what this feeling was. It’s explained to all Lycaons at a young age. 

After arriving home and answering questions to Marcel about my whereabouts, I took Dawson to bed. There, I finally joined him.

The morning that came became slightly painful for me. My legs shivered a bit and I could feel a fever coming in.

“Louis? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

Dawson, with a concerned face, touched my forehead with the back of his palm.

“I’m fine. It’s just some indigestion.” I replied.

He didn’t look convinced. I blocked the link purposefully so he doesn’t get too worried. I think I can just medicate this off. 

“Tell me, Louis. I’m your mate. I deserve to know.”

“It’s probably a fever. The cold brings diseases.” I said. 

Dawson kept watching me as we got ready for the day. I was able to read his mind since he hadn’t learned how to block the link yet. 

It was all talk about how he feels I’m not being honest with him. 

But it was embarrassing to tell him what I was going through. 

“Promise you’ll go see the doctor.” Dawson said.

“I promise. Go, you have things to do.”

Dawson walked off with his guards following. Then, I walked over to the infirmary. 

“Mr. Monarch!” Etienne bowed. He fixed his glasses. 

“I need help.” I muttered. 

He looked me up and down before nodding like he knew immediately. 

“Let’s get you tested.”

Etienne performed a few tests on me, according to standard procedure. He came back with results and I hoped I was wrong. 

“Mr. Monarch. You’re in rut.”

“Damn.” I muttered. “Can I take medication to suppress it?”

He grimaced before trying to look calm. “Uh, there’s going to be a problem with that.” 

“Like?”

A large book was pulled that looked similar to the ones Bernard had in his library. Which means an old ancestor wrote this down. 

“Rut is different for leaders of a pack. It comes strong and may take over a week for it to go down, even with suppressors. And then, there’s the other issues…”

“Issue? Is this not normal rut?”

He scratched his sideburns. “Rut becomes more amplified when that Lycaon has yet to create a child. The body can tell that it has yet to seed their mate and will become more uh… vigorous… to reach that goal.”

I felt my stomach heat up. Rut. Many male Lycaons prefer to just take medication to get rid of it or make it less severe. 

It’s why so many Lycaons after bonding have children. 

“And since Mr. Carlyle is not only male, but human, it makes his chances of becoming with child more difficult.”

“So, if I don’t get him pregnant, I will continue to suffer these bouts of rut?” What a sentence…

Etienne nodded. “It might even become worse until it’s all you can think about. According to the Almanacs, very few Lycaons have ever reached this point.”

“And how did they solve it?”

“They…” He lowered his voice. “Took their lives.”

Of course the answer was death. Why is the answer always death with every problem?

I’m sure I can come up with something to avoid Dawson. Rut has been known to be particularly violent on the one receiving. And with this new wave coming over me soon, I don’t want to hurt him. 

“Where do I go from here?” I asked.

“Well, we can try suppressors. But I doubt they’d do anything. Your hormones are just too strong that any medication will just be evaporated in your system.”

“Do you want me to just have sex with my mate, then?” I asked.

“Yes.” Etienne replied. “During rut, it’s essential you carry out your functions that your body commands. Rejecting that could be detrimental to your health.”

“I can’t hurt Dawson. I’ve heard how dangerous rut is. Dawson is delicate. He needs to stay away from me.”

He sighed. “Mr. Monarch, I recommend you don’t. Otherwise, Lyssa will invoke her rage and there’s no telling what will happen to you then.”

There was a short silence.

“You could even kill your mate.” 

He pointed to the book, implying someone had once done it before. 

“I’ll think about it.” I replied. 

Etienne gave me some medication to take that possibly won’t do anything but could help with the pain.

I made my way back to the palace and ignored anyone that spoke to me. My vision began to get blurry and my entire body rose in temperature. 

“Louis?” Marcel asked. “Oh gods. Rut, huh?”

I couldn’t nod and held myself against a marble pillar. 

“Come on, big guy. Let’s get you to bed.”

Marcel helped me get back to my room and laid me down. His wife, Charlette, came by and helped cool me down by placing ice packs on me. 

“Do you need me to call Dawson?” She asked.

“N-No! Don’t! In fact, keep him away from me.” 

“But, Louis, that’s not advisable. What if you start to-”

“Just listen to me!” I shouted. They both stepped back. “Don’t let Dawson enter this room. Tell him that I’m sick and can’t see him.”

Marcel and Charlette looked at each other before looking at me. 

“If that’s what you want.” Marcel said. “However, Dawson is your other half. Don’t keep him out.”

I thought about Dawson. His smooth skin and bright green eyes were all cherished by me. As a human, he is weaker than others. Everything can hurt him.

I just needed to think about Dawson and remember that his priority is my number one. 

“Louis?” 

Dawson knocked on the door. He tried opening it but it was locked.

“Let me in, Louis!”

His voice was loud. He had a natural leader voice that fitted him perfectly. It was so… sexy.

“Don’t come in… Dawson.” I muttered. 

My head began to hurt and I felt sick. The part that hurt the most was down there . 

It wouldn’t go down. It was on the verge of bursting. I tried using my hands to calm myself down. But I think my body knew that it wasn’t Dawson. 

I need Dawson.

“Open right now!” Dawson knocked loudly. 

There was talking on the other end from others. He seemed to be getting angry while trying to open the door. 

As his voice got in my ear, mania began to take over. My vision blurred more as I looked at the portrait of the two of us in our room. 

I could always just open this door and take him in. I could do what I want as hard as I want. 

But that wasn’t right. Dawson deserves to feel pleasure with me, not have it one sided. 

Is this how it was going to be from now on? Am I going to have to chain myself and hope and pray to the gods that my mind doesn’t become crazed?

That was something I couldn’t answer as I felt myself drift. Before I slipped away, I saw the door open and Dawson running in, shouting my name.

24

Dawson Carlyle

Idiot! What a fucking idiot! I knew something was wrong. There was a reason my dream had Louis looking green.

“Louis! Louis!” I shouted.

On the bed, my mate was leaning back with his eyes shut. He was covered in sweat. And he was clearly excited down there .

I wasn’t an idiot. I knew that Lycaons go through heat and rut. And Bernard warned me that Louis was due to have one soon if he didn’t have a child.

“Fucking hell.” I muttered.

I tried the simple tricks to calm him down. I rubbed my face against his neck to trigger our scents. It seemed to work a bit as he no longer thrashed around.

Louis grabbed my hand and placed it on his area down there.

“Dawson…” He groaned. “I’m sorry. I… I need you.”

He was wet. Leaking like a fountain.

“I’ll help.”

“But you’ll get hurt.”

I giggled. “You’re that dumb? I’m your mate. If you’re strong, so am I.”

My hands began to move up and down. Louis moaned but still tried to hold himself back. I began to take off my clothes.

I knew what I had to do. This was the time I stepped up and protected Louis from his body.

Maybe because we were mated, or maybe I’m just a masochist, but I enjoyed what Louis did to me.

Even in his manic state, he still tried his best to comfort me. His hands didn’t claw at me too hard and his teeth only bit down enough to not leak blood.

By the end, when he finished, he seemed to calm down.

I was tired. I wanted sleep, or a bath, or both.

“Did I overdo it?”

I chuckled. “No.”

“Did you feel good?”

I turned to him. “I feel amazing.”

Louis rubbed my stomach, his rough fingers feeling soft on my skin.

“This might go on for a week.”

“Then I’ll have to get used to it for a week.”

“You might be pregnant by the end.”

I shut my eyes for a bit after he said that. The idea of m-preg always made me laugh when I saw it in stories. Damn omegaverse!

Now that I thought about it, Louis and I having a child would be perfect. Maybe becoming bonded with him gave me paternal (maternal?) instincts. That was obvious with the children I look after.

A baby wouldn’t be too bad. I should be optimistic.

“I guess we’ll have to plan a baby shower.” I saw him getting excited again.

I climbed on top of him and began to kiss his neck, slowly reaching down.

“If it’s a boy, should it also be Louis?” I asked.

My mouth reached him and I put him in my mouth.

“Ahh!” Louis moaned. “What if… it’s a girl?”

“Louise, then.”

True to what Louis said, his rut went on for an entire week. For a week straight, we were both in his room going at it.

It was weird, but it was almost like I too was in rut. Or heat. It didn’t make sense since I was human. But anything is possible here.

All we did was have sex, eat food that was brought in, and shower, where we also had sex in.

By the end of the week, my legs hurt and I felt ashamed to show my face to everyone. I knew they heard me moaning Louis’ name loudly.

Bernard greeted me and began to throw flower petals at me.

“What?”

“Quiet! Now is the optimal moment.”

He threw the petals around me and then handed me a small bowl of red liquid.

“Drink.”

I drank it. It was blood.

“May ox-eyed Hera bless you.” Bernard said, placing a peacock feather in my hands.

“What!”

Louis joined me and kissed my neck.

“Bastard.” I told him.

“I’m not sorry. I did warn you.” He replied.

Fucking hell, he was right. I have no one to blame but me.

“I could’ve let you suffer.”

“You wouldn’t.” Louis hugged me from behind and placed his hands on my stomach.

Despite cleaning everything out, I still felt full down there. As long as his rut is no longer trying to kill me, I’d be fine with it.

“Unfortunately, we have to continue work today.”

“Boo!” I muttered.

Bernard wasn’t the only one who tried to bless me with fertility. All the women Lycaons that I saw would place a lily flower in my hands. And all the children would exclaim their excitement for a new heir.

Does everyone know Louis and I fucked?

Weird.

“I don’t think we’ve seen a male become pregnant in a while.”

It was Marianne, Jean’s wife.

“It’s not confirmed yet.” I replied.

“Please. I visited the palace last week and could hear you screaming through the vents. Didn’t know you liked having your hair pulled.”

“Stop!” I covered my ears.

She chuckled. “Look, it’s all good with us. At least we know you and Louis are active, unlike his parents.”

“His parents?”

Marianne nodded. “They were known for having a dead bedroom. Leaders tend to only have one kid, but everyone thought that even if they tried having a second, it would be impossible.”

‘Is this true?’ I asked Louis.

‘Yes.’

Marianne kept speaking. “It’s truly interesting, really. A human and male mate? Maybe Lady Selene wanted to give Louis a tough battle.”

“Stop chasing me!” A girl ran by.

“Get back here, Agnes!”

Two little girls began to chase each other. Marianne sighed.

“Girls! Enough! Not in front of the king’s mate!”

The two stopped, turned to me and bowed their heads.

“Idiot.”

“No, you.”

“Forgive them. They’re still fighting over some snacks.” Marianne said. “You’re lucky you’ll only have one kid. Having two is tiring.”

I chuckled watching the girls return to fighting on the grass. “They’re quite precious.”

I remembered Cleo, the other of the two. She sometimes gives me fruit snacks when I’m with her. I’m sure now that she probably steals those.

“This is going to sound weird, but did Jean also have such angry rut?”

“Not at all.”

While the Lycaons were weird, I appreciated their tenacity to be honest and open about things normal humans would be uncomfortable to talk about.

Definitely European.

“Or maybe we were both excited. I too was in heat and we both just went at it that night.”

“Oh, interesting.” I said.

“Yeah. Next day, Queen Hera blessed me with a child.”

The oldest girl ran around in circles while her younger sister sat on the floor and played with flowers. They weren’t fighting anymore.

As of now, I didn’t feel different. I would touch my stomach and wonder if something was growing in me.

But nothing felt off. I think I know my body well enough to be able to tell a difference.

Maybe it just won’t be that simple. I don’t know if I truly want a baby, but I don’t think I’d hate it.

25

Dawson Carlyle

I helped Bernard clean up the temple for an incoming influx of prayers since it would soon be a full moon.

“Any words on a baby?”

Random Lycaons have been asking me that. I get they’re concerned.

“Nothing yet, sorry.” I replied.

Bernard swept the floor. “Louis might just be our longest reigning leader in a few centuries.” He mentioned.

“Who was the longest before?” I asked.

“37 years. And that was because the leader mocked Aphrodite and she cursed him with impotence.”

A Lycaon leader will ideally have a child at 18, when he and his mate get bonded. From there, as the child grows, the leader will rule until it is time for his son to take over. Then, the son will bond with his mate, and the cycle renews.

Interesting how patriarchal the Monarch family is. From what I remember from my wedding, other lesser families have matriarchs.

Louis is 26. He’s eight years into his leadership. Technically, he’s twenty-one years into his role since his father died at five, leaving him the throne prematurely.

I giggled at the thought of a small Louis sitting on a throne with a gold crown and saying, “This chocolate milk is bad, kill him.”

‘I wasn’t like that.’

Louis sounded pouty.

‘I think it’s cute.’

At the entrance, Camille, the young girl, walked in with a fake sword in her hands. She looked around until her eyes landed on me.

“Mr. Carlyle!”

“Camille. What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Protecting the king’s mate.” She replied.

“Let’s get Marcel, or Charlette.” I gently grabbed her hand.

I left the temple and walked outside. People were walking about. I found Lisette taking care of all the children and brought Camille.

“Oh, thank you!” Lisette said. “This one’s been having issues lately.”

“Could it be because of…”

“Maiden Athena, yes.” Lisette sighed. “It’s well known that those the maiden fortunes become curious at a young age. It’s just natural.”

Camille didn’t play with the other kids and stuck close to me. I tried to nudge her to play, but she refused.

“Want to guard me?” I asked.

She nodded.

“I’m going to break up those kids fighting. Stay back and watch. Make sure no one tries to hit me.”

Camille remained cutely vigilant while I approached two kids fighting. I reprimanded them for their violence, causing them both to stop and bow to me.

I’m quite good with kids, I think.

“Mr. Carlyle?” A kid pointed behind him, his voice quivering.

Clouds began to cover the sky, blocking the sun entirely. Then, the horns rang.

“The Furies!” Lisette shouted.

In a quick manner, I shouted and told all the kids near me to start running to a nearby building. Some of them were crying and the adults were focusing on the safety of the children.

“Are they all here?” I asked Lisette.

She counted each kid. “No… No! One’s missing!”

I looked outside the door and saw Camille facing the temple with her fake sword out, pointing at it.

“Camille!” I shouted.

I stepped out while a hard breeze gushed through.

‘Dawson! Get back inside!’

Louis was somewhere in a bunker far away from the main palace.

‘I have to get her!’

Camille stood firm. I reached her and picked her up.

“Get inside!” I yelled.

“There’s danger!”

I ignored Camille’s words and ran quickly. In the distance, I saw three large winged figures getting closer.

By the time I arrived at the door, I knew I wouldn’t have time to hold her and get inside. I did what I could to protect Camille and threw her at Lisette.

“Mr. Carlyle?”

“Shut the door!”

She didn’t have to do anything as the wind shut it for her. The wind became stronger as it blew in every direction.

‘Dawson! Find somewhere to hide!’ Louis shouted.

A screech came from somewhere. It was so loud I couldn’t hear Louis through the link anymore.

“Where is he? Where is he? Where is he?”

Dark voices akin to nails on a chalkboard echoed through the community. All was silent and curtains shut.

Shadows came from all around and gathered around me. They restricted my movement until I felt an ominous feeling next to me. The same one I got when I met Zagreus and Phobetor.

“Do you smell that?”

I turned and saw three pale and thin women with their eyes blood-red looking at me. Their claws were sharpened and aimed at me.

“Is it him? Is it him?

Their energy was strong enough to make me freeze where I was standing. They sniffed the air, their noses trailing towards me.

“It is him! It is him!”

“Are you sure, ah!”

“Yes, yes!”

The Fury in the middle let out a deafening screech. I closed my ears and kneeled on the floor.

“One of half, the whole is soon!”

“Next is the one that adores the moon!”

She lunged forward and grabbed me. Her nails pierced my skin while she began to fly while carrying me.

“Let me go!” I shouted, trying to pry her off.

Followed by the other two, the Furies flew into the forest.

I felt helpless. My link was severed and I was at the mercy of the Furies, being held for something I didn’t do.

They must’ve flown for a while. I struggled in her bony arms, which were surprisingly difficult to escape from.

“Wait!”

“Is something wrong?”

The one who spoke first smelled me closer. Her breath smelled of death while her eyes looked me over.

“It is not him!”

“I thought you said-”

“It isn’t!”

The Furies grumbled with each other in Greek until they stopped flying. The one carrying me dropped me on the ground.

“We failed again!”

“It is either him or the covenant!”

Another round of screeches until the Furies all flew away into the forest.

I stood up and dusted myself.

‘Where are you?’

It was Louis, urgently speaking while he was in wolf-form and running through the woods.

‘I don’t know.’

The Furies had dropped me in the woods. I looked around and saw a nearby tree with hoof marks on the bark.

A snap of a branch makes me turn.

Just among a tree line was a centaur with his bow out, aiming an arrow at me.

“You crossed the border, mate of Lycaon!”

I looked back and saw that the Furies had dropped me past the border between the Lycaon and centaurs.

“Uh, it’s a mistake!” I quickly said.

“Was it not you who ordained the border? You should have followed and abided by it!”

Louis was quickly making his way here. For now, I had to figure out something.

“The Furies grabbed me. They mistook me for someone else, I swear on Styx!”

More centaurs arrived, all ready to shoot me with arrows. The leader, Gryneus, arrived shortly and stared at me.

“Was it really a mistake?” He asked.

I nodded. “Yes!” I gulped. “I wouldn’t have just come here on my own terms. I respect the treaty between the two groups.”

Gryneus looked at me before letting out a horse-like huff.

“Regardless, there is something I must give you.”

He reached into his sack on his back and pulled out a small glass bottle. I was hesitant to take it, so he walked forward.

“I… I can’t accept this.”

“I was instructed to give this to you.”

Instructed? By who? I couldn’t ask since I could hear Louis’ howl from the distance.

“You and the Lycaon king are trying for a child, right? This will help.”

Maybe this was their way to become friendlier. It’s better to be on good terms with other demiandros .

“But do not tell Louis. This is something that is not widely used and frowned upon by others.”

It was a gift, so I took it and hid it in my pockets. Louis had arrived since and jumped over the border, guarding me.

‘Get behind me!’

The centaurs readied their bows and pointed them at us. Gryneus held one hand up.

“Let them leave. They do not seek to hurt us.”

Louis growled, bearing his sharp teeth. I tugged on his fur for him to walk back with me until we arrived at the border.

Other Lycaons waited for us there. Once Louis felt we were safe, he rubbed himself against me.

“Did they hurt you?” He asked, now turned into a person.

“Uh. no.” I replied.

Louis carried me back home. The centaurs had scowls on their faces. When they saw I was looking at them, they stopped.

“Why did the Furies take you?” Louis asked.

“I don’t know.” I replied.

I definitely haven’t done anything to anger the Furies. I didn’t kill my father, break an oath, or betray a friend.

Which means that, just like what Keuthonymos said a while back, someone is calling for my capture. And possibly Louis’ too.

26

Dawson Carlyle

For five days, Louis refused to let me go out. Not even the living room was allowed for me to enter. I spent all that time in my room.

The reason? Louis was upset that I ran off instead of hiding. Apparently, all Lycaons, even kids, are taught that the leader and his mate come first.

Still, I didn’t regret saving Camille. It was heartwarming to see Marcel and Charlette thanking me for saving their daughter.

When I was allowed to go out, I was followed everywhere with more security. Louis must be getting a headache with all these attempts on my life.

“Let’s get you checked.” Bernard sprayed me with purified water.

This was requested by Louis to get me checked-again-for any curses or hexes any gods may have placed on me.

Clear, once again.

I still did my small affirmations towards Hekate so that her Lampades don’t burn any more orchards down.

“Someone wants to talk to you.”

Marcel stood at the door. Louis was skeptical, holding me close, until Camille walked in with a bouquet of hydrangeas.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Carlyle.” She handed me the flowers and bowed.

“Uh, it’s okay.” I replied.

“I promise I won’t do anything dangerous anymore. I’ll be a good kid.”

I patted her soft hair. “Sometimes, you have to be brave when the right moment comes. You’ll know when that time is, okay?”

Camille nodded. I gave her a hug.

I glanced at Louis. He was glaring at me until his eyes softened.

‘Please, be pregnant.’

‘Huh?’

Louis wants me to have a child so badly. I know it’s instinctive for a Lycaon to want a child, it’s in their nature.

That potion Gryneus gave me. I wonder if it actually works.

Of course I was still speculating if it’s not some poison. I’ll hold onto it and wonder more about it.

After enough time had passed, it felt like the community was no longer on high alert. I still had my guards and Louis always checked in on me.

It was nice to have a friend like Anais, whom I knew was secretly reporting to Louis about me.

“What if we planted daffodils this year for the gardens?” I asked.

“That could be a nice change. I’m sure they’ll be better to manage than tulips.”

I guess I don’t mind all these tasks. It’s mostly domestic work, like caring for the children and ensuring they’re growing strong.

Louis is the one who handles most of the major work relating to the hotels and international stuff. I have been trying to grasp some of the documents he reads in bed but find myself falling to sleep.

My mom began to call me, another one of her weekly checkups.

“You still have both your kidneys, right?”

“Why would you ask that?”

“Dawson, I’m just worried about you. What if you invite all your friends and they all get killed and you end up wearing a large dress made out of flowers?”

I was stunned. My step dad spoke. “She’s been watching a lot of movies.”

“I’m fine.” I replied.

Was that really true? I did get kidnapped by the Furies…

But that’s just an ordinary day for someone who had the entire Underworld after him.

“Is that man treating you right?” Mom asked.

‘Yes, I am.’ Louis said.

“Yes, he is.” I replied.

“If you say so.” She didn’t sound convinced. “By the way, your sister…”

I listened to my mom talk and tell me about random things. By the end, I talked with my sister and she asked where Mr. Wolf was.

Mr. Wolf. She called him that, not because she knows he’s Lycaon, but because she says he’s tall, hairy, and angry looking.

‘The little one is quite obnoxious.’

‘That’s mean. That’s my sister.’

‘Not full blooded.’

‘Well, I’m not Lycaon. Does that change your view on me?’

Louis didn’t reply.

Later that night, Louis and I were in bed and watching a movie. An actress was on screen wearing almost nothing.

“Look at me. Aren’t I just like Aphrodite?”

Louis snarled. “No.”

“She’s pretty though.” I said.

“Lady Aphrodite is not some skinny woman with no waist and plastic surgery. She was a raw, natural pearl, robust and sensual.”

The Lycaons have a lot of sensitive subjects they don’t like to discuss because it elicits their anger.

Among them include vilifying Ares, making Zeus appear as a moral man, and the way modern media has made Aphrodite into a “bimbo.”

I also know that Athena isn’t a huge fan of the Medusa story since it wasn’t the original tale.

“Don’t get me started on the sirens…”

“Okay, that’s enough TV.”

I turned off the movie and snuggled in bed with Louis. He hugged me tightly while rubbing his palm on my stomach.

“Louis, what if I can’t bear a child?”

His hand stiffened before continuing their massage.

“That’s fine. The two of us are enough.”

That was true. A child is merely for the lineage factor, to pass off the crown to the next king.

Still, I knew how much he wanted to be a father. But as a human and male, it would be more difficult for me to have a child.

I thought back to the potion I was given. I try not to think about it too much to avoid Louis finding out about it through the link. And I haven’t learned how to block it like he does.

“Don’t worry too much about it, my love.”

“I know.” I said.

That night, I had a dream where Louis and I were on a date in some fancy restaurant in the city. There wasn’t work, children duties, or Lycaon business to attend to.

At the end of the dream, Louis proposed to me like how humans do. And a winged figure, Morpheus, came out and winked at me.

Perhaps this relaxing dream was the Oneirois way of making it up to me for terrorizing me back in New York.

27

Dawson Carlyle

It had been a while since I last saw my dad’s ring he gave me. I visited the storage room of the temple and saw it was still locked away safely. 

Since every Lycaon was sensitive to silver, I of course couldn’t bring it out. It was too dangerous. Louis’ hand still had scars from the time someone slipped silver shavings inside my sweater. 

Among the ring were other collections of items. A piece of the walls of Troy–allegedly–and a detailed copy of the girdle of Hippolyta. 

‘Come home. Quick!’

Louis spoke through the link. I put everything down and ran out of the temple and back home. Louis was waiting for me at the entrance.

“What’s wrong–”

He hugged me and let out the scent of honey. 

“I missed you.” He said.

“I was only gone for a few minutes.”

“Mm, still.”

Louis couldn’t be blamed. Recently, he and I have become more touchy. I sometimes refuse to let us out of bed because I want us to stay together longer. 

“I want tea.” I said. 

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I think I need a nap.”

Louis set the couch for us while I brewed my tea. I looked at the small potion in my hands and contemplated if I should put it. Gryneus said it would help us have a child.

As if I was hit with a truck, I almost fell back but caught myself on the counter. Memories were flooding if, and I recognized them as Bernard’s voice.

“The centaur Nessus tricked Herkales’ wife, Deianira, into believing that the centaur’s blood could be used as a love potion should her husband stray for another.

“Deianira used the blood one day, smearing it on Herakles’ clothes. It caused him immense pain, leading to him immolating himself on a pyre, where he was apotheosized.”

After those memories ended, I looked at the potion and felt disgusted. 

Of course, I was stupid to believe that the centaurs would give me a gift after I invaded their territory. 

Without a second thought, I threw the potion in the trash. Who knows what it could’ve done to me, or Louis. 

“Mon amour! Could you bring the towels?” Louis called. 

I stopped making me tea and got him what he needed. “Why do we need towels?” I asked.

“In case we decide to try again for a baby.”

He laid them out on the couch. “Won’t people… walk in?”

“Good. I need them to see that you’re fully mine.”

I shivered but also blushed. He didn’t have to tell anyone. Every room I walked in would be overcome with the scent of honey. 

“I’ll get the food.” 

A movie then possibly nap. Everyone was taking a break today so we could do whatever we wanted. 

I drank my tea. It was chamomile, even though I thought I brewed black. 

“What do you think? Pretty good?” I asked. 

“I don’t get it. Why did he drink that guy’s bathwater?”

“Uh, symbolism?” 

Louis didn’t care much for the movie. He leaned in for another kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I leaned back as he pinned his body above me.

“Your mouth tastes… spicy.”

Louis sounded a bit hoarse. 

“Mon amour, what did you–”

He began to cough loudly. I sat up and saw Louis was holding his throat. 

“Louis? Oh god! What’s happening?”

I had to think quickly. First, I sounded the alarm, causing loud sirens to blare throughout the house. In under a minute, guards came. 

“Something’s wrong with him!” 

They put Louis on one of the large wolf’s back and raced him off to the infirmary on the first floor. 

One moment, the house was silent. Now, it was buzzing with movement as people tried to figure out what was wrong with their leader. 

“Did he eat anything strange?” A nurse asked me. 

“N-No. I don’t think so…”

His reaction started after kissing me. Perhaps it was something I ate. A group of Lycaons wearing hazmat suits entered the living room and collected what I had eaten. 

I cried in the living room with Marcel and Anais comforting me. 

“He won’t die.” I heard Marcel mutter. 

“Are you sure?” I asked. 

“He’s strong.”

I wiped my tears with Louis’ sweater I was wearing. After waiting for many hours, the doctor came out with his hands smelling sweet. 

I was the first to get up and approach him. “How is he?”

“Not good.” Etienne replied. “It seems that your tea was laced with wolfsbane.”

“Wolfsbane?” Charlette gasped. “How could such a thing enter the premises?”

“I do not know. But it was clear that someone slipped it into Mr. Carlyle’s drink with the intention of him passing it on to Mr. Monarch.”

“Is he awake? Can I see him, please?”

The doctor placed a hand on my shoulder. “He needs rest. Unless divine intervention or some powerful plant, his condition will only worsen.”

Powerful plant? I recalled everything that happened in the past few months. One thing stood out quickly. It was memorable because of how strange it was. 

I didn’t say anything and ran. Through the halls and into our bedroom. I found the closet and found what I was looking for. 

Returning back, I held it out for the doctor. 

“This! Could this work?” 

My voice was laced with desperation. The doctor saw the plant I was holding, his eyes widened in disbelief. 

“How did you get this?”

“What is it?” Charlette asked.

“Moly.” Marcel replied. “Didn’t Hermes give this to Odysseus to protect him from Circe’s spells?”

“Indeed.” The doctor got the herb and handed it to the nurse. 

And unspoken action happened. They retrieved more items and minced the moly until it was thick paste. 

They left and returned after an hour. This time, his face was more relieved. 

“It certainly helped.”

I cheered, almost collapsing on the floor. My stomach hurt a bit, but I ignored it. 

“Dawson.” 

I turned and saw Bernard standing with a book in his hands. 

“You need to do something urgent.”

This time, the doctor gave me permission to see Louis. He was laying on a table, covered in so many poke-holes throughout his body. And his skin was pale. 

“What do you need me to do?” I asked. 

Bernard breathed loudly and approached Louis, placing his fragile hands on his forehead. 

“Because of the nature of wolfsbane, there is a chance that it can reverse the effects of being a Lycaon.”

“What?” I shouted. 

“If a Lycaon survives swallowing wolfsbane or silver, they may be stripped of their mysticalness and turn into an ordinary human.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Louis might turn human all because he kissed me. It sounded like a fucked up version of the Princess and the Frog. 

“How do I help him?”

“You’ll need to reassess your bond. So long as you’re able to tie him down, his Lycaonness won’t drift away.”

It was clear what that meant. The time currently reads 11:35 pm. It was almost midnight. 

I laid down next to Louis and shut my eyes. I could hear Bernard moving around as he chanted Greek.

Sleep came over me and I felt alone this time. I had gotten used to sleeping next to Louis for so long that now it was lonely. 

But I knew that this must be done to save him and the clan. I’d go to the Underworld and back just for him.

28

Dawson Carlyle

My eyes opened and I found myself on the floor. I wasn’t inside a room. Instead, it was like staring at empty space.

I sat up and looked around. It was a dark hue of blue that went on for infinity in every direction.

Bernard wasn’t too specific with his instructions. Since every Lycaon pair is different, it’s hard to give exact rules on how to preserve the bond.

I walked forward in whatever direction I thought it would be. I walked, then ran, and fully sprinted while shouting.

“Louis! Where are you!”

In the distance, after running for what felt like eternity, I saw two thick white glowing ropes. They too extended from one way and carried on the next.

And behind those two floating strings was an unconscious Louis.

“My love!”

I ran but was stopped by a force between the strings. I knocked and clawed at the wall, begging for someone to let me through.

Louis was asleep, I hoped. He was lying on the floor similar to how I was. No matter how much I tried to get through, the wall prevented me.

“Why can’t I touch you? Who’s responsible for this?”

“I am.”

I turned at the strong voice and saw a large white orb descending slowly.

No, it wasn’t a white orb. It was the moon. When it reached near the ground, it hovered just above as the moon began waning until it formed a crescent.

A large woman fizzled from the moon, sitting upon it. I knew who she was. I had seen her statue every day. Lycaons prayed to her as their patron deity.

“Lady Selene.”

Her ivory skin was smooth with her cheeks having a rosy hue. She smiled at me.

“Dawson Carlyle, mate of Louis Monarch.”

I felt like I was at an interview.

“I am assuming you are concerned about why you can’t see your mate.”

I nodded quickly. “Uh, I have to strengthen our bond! Louis is in danger and if I don’t…”

My voice stopped as tears came from my eyes. Selene got closer to me, slowly getting off her crescent moon.

“What’s going on?” I asked, my hand landing on the invisible wall.

“That is something that you must be shown.”

Like a weird shift, the string began to move forward quickly. I watched as the two strings, which were loosely tied, became tighter until they arrived at the end… or beginning.

It was two separate strings, separated by a foot between. The two were sloppily tied together with what appeared to be blood at the knot.

“Our bond.” I said.

Louis was still in front of me, just so close yet so far.

“Yes. However, there is a problem with your bond.”

Selene got closer and pointed at the knot.

“Your bond was not natural.”

“Natural? Did you not mate us together? I thought that was your…”

“It is. I am responsible for all Lycaon bonds. However, someone used strong power to alter them, forging an artificial bond.”

Artificial bond? Alter? What does this mean?

I looked at Louis. In the time I had arrived here, his body got paler.

“Can I still save him?”

Selene had a pitiful look.

“I am sorry, mate of Monarch. But because your bond is not natural, you cannot execute the proper channels.”

My world crashed as I heard her say that. Just because someone created this bond and not Selene, it meant that I was unable to save him.

I felt hopeless and kneeled on the floor. I sobbed loudly as the knot of the two tied strings taunted me.

This meant that the entire time Louis and I talked about how lucky we were bonded, it was all a lie. It was fabricated.

“Who did this?” I asked.

“I do not know. They concealed their identity in shadows and were able to surpass my power. By the time word arrived of the alteration, it was too late to fix.”

It’s not like I asked to be mated. But now that I was, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“However, there is something you can do.”

I looked up and saw Selene holding a torch out to the tied strings. Over time, the two became unwound until they were parallel. And like parallel lines, they are bound to never meet.

“What can I do?” My voice quivered.

“Since the gods control the natural order, you must prove your fidelity in any way.”

“A god?” I saw Louis’ body. “If… If I do that, then can I help him?”

She nodded.

“There are many gods you can ask. Unfortunately, many are unavailable. But there could be one…”

Selene let out a whistle. A large white deer ran quickly towards us.

“Is there something you needed, Luna?”

“Maiden Artemis. This mortal…”

She explained the issue to Artemis, goddess of the hunt. Artemis’ deer looked at me and then Louis.

“Well, there is… him.”

“Is he available?”

“Yes. He has shown great favor to that mortal.”

“Could he offer his blessing for their forged union?”

Artemis’ deer nodded its head.

“Who am I meeting?” I asked.

“My brother.”

Artemis spoke. The deer then left, running away quickly. Selene turned back to me.

“Do you know how to summon an inter-realm?”

Inter-realm. A way for mortals to be able to speak with the gods without having to seek them out. Bernard once told me about them.

“Yes.”

“Make one for Apollo. Prove to him that you are worthy of such blessing.”

“How can I do that?”

“It will call to you. But not at this moment. It seems that there are some issues you must tend to first.”

She showed me a vision of the outside. It was day and showing the forest.

Marcel led a pack and confronted several centaurs. The two were at a standoff. How long have I been out?

“I’ll do it.” I glanced back at Louis. “Please, Lady Selene, protect him. I swear I will do everything in my power to bring him back.

“I know you will, Dawson. It is in your nature.”

My hands began to turn clear. I looked at the strings where our bond was forcibly tied and saw the smears of blood. Then, I looked at Louis.

I will swear to do all that I can to bring him back.

Everything faded to black and I slowly opened my eyes. I was still in the hospital room with Bernard, Lucille, and Jean in the room.

“He’s awake!”

They all stood up and approached me.

“What happened?” Bernard asked.

I looked at Louis’ body and began sobbing, holding his cold face in my hands.

Through my sobs, I explained all that I had seen and was told by Selene.

“So, are you going to do that?” Jean asked. “Speak to Apollo.”

“I have no choice.” I wiped my tears.

Selene gave me a few answers I needed. She explained why I couldn’t stand down our bond, our altered bond, and how to fix it.

I didn’t know who would dare go against Lady Selene’s choices when it comes to mates. But right now, I have something else to focus on.

“Where’s Marcel?”

29

Dawson Carlyle

They were hesitant to take me to the place where the standoff was occurring. Luckily, even with Louis in a coma, I still had a large command over this place. And Jean gave me a ride on his back.

I saw through the trees as Marcel was growing at another centaur.

“Retreat, Lycaon!”

‘Who was it that poisoned our king?’ Marcel replied.

Jean stopped running for me to get off. I ran forward and placed myself between them.

Perhaps it is I who attracts danger. This is my third time encountering the centaurs in a heightened manner.

“Enough!” I shouted. Marcel backed off but still snarled.

“Lycaon’s mate.” The centaur chuckled. “I heard about your mate. Such a shame.”

“That potion was given to me by your leader.” I replied.

“That was only because one of you entered our land and decimated our statues!”

There’s no way a Lycaon would have done that. They’re all somewhat afraid of centaurs due to their rambunctious nature. Entering their territory would just be a death sentence.

“I can assure you it wasn’t one of us.” I said.

“Would you put your life on it?” The centaur asked.

I stuttered until I bit my tongue.

“My mate needs me right now! I have no time for such frivolous discussions. Have Gryneus speak to me. We will discuss this some other time.”

I turned until I felt a sword on my back. Marcel and the others barked loudly as many came forward to create a barrier.

“This is a serious matter, Lycaon’s mate.”

I felt like my eyes grew wide. My stomach was hurting, my scar on my hand burned, and I had too many things I had to think about.

“Do you want blood on your hands? My men can kill around 10 of you right now. How would your king feel if some of his toughest men were executed when they didn’t have to be?” I asked.

If Louis was here, he would’ve used any forceful means to scare them off. I, however, used words in a calm way.

Could I use both? Calm but forceful?

“Someone will pay for the damages. Chiron’s statue deserves to be venerated, not mocked.”

“Very well. I’ll send someone to have it cleaned up.”

I turned and placed my palm on the blade of the sword, lowering it down slowly.

“However, I’ll need to first conduct an investigation. If it is found that one of us did it, I’ll punish that person and make them clean your statue.”

The centaurs glanced at one another. The one who was wielding his sword at me huffed loudly, sheathing onto his back.

“You have five days.”

“Make it three.” I replied.

“Three days to find the culprit. Otherwise, it will be considered an attack on all of us, and you will have war on your hands.”

All the centaurs began to run off. Once gone, Marcel and the other wolves bit on my clothes and began to drag me back.

The barrier that had been built was destroyed by them. Someone is going to have to fix it.

‘How is Louis?’ Marcel asked.

‘Not good.’

I explained to the Lycaons what happened, excluding the part about our bonds being altered. I was worried that they would see me differently if they knew that I wasn’t intended to be his mate.

“But I do have plans to fix it.” I said.

‘How so?’

I looked up at the sky, looking at the sun. It wasn’t the sun himself. People often confuse Helios and Apollo as the same.

‘A rainbow?’ Marcel asked.

“What?”

A large burst of light landed on the ground. Forget about rainbows being refracted light. This thing looked solid.

Several wings made their descent. Golden wings flapped and a woman draped in colorful clothing came down until she reached us.

A goddess. She held out her staff towards me.

“Greetings, mortal and Lycaons!”

Her voice was chipper. It echoed for a bit until it calmed in my ears.

“I am Iris, messenger for Hera. I come bearing great news.”

The staff in her hands glowed. It reminded me of Hermes’ caduceus. A light emerged until it landed on my stomach.

“Congratulations, Dawson Carlyle! You have been blessed with a child!”

I was stunned as Iris nodded and gave me a smile before she ascended, her rainbow disappearing.

I knew the rest were shocked, happy even, at the news. The area where the light landed still felt warm.

But I can’t be happy right now. Instead, I began crying. Louis was supposed to be here with me. He should’ve been the first to know that I was having his child.

Instead, he’s locked away inside his mind.

Marcel carried me on his back the way home. Word must’ve traveled fast because many greeted me. However, their smiles dropped when they saw my crying look.

It wasn’t the time to celebrate. Not yet. First, I need to get Louis back.

I want to see his face when I tell him the good news.

“Dawson.” Marcel said, turning back into human. “Do you wish for me to carry out Louis’ operations?”

I shook my head. “I must do it. I am his mate.”

“Understood.”

He stepped aside. Charlette, Marianne, and Lisette entered the room with items in their hands.

“Uh, Mr. Carlyle.”

Lisette looked nervous.

“We’re here to prepare for the baby.” Charlette said.

I nodded since I had no other choice. Louis was important, always will be, but I also now have to look after the thing growing inside me.

Was this the start of the transfer of priority? When mates no longer hold each other in higher regard but their children?

Not yet, at least. This child couldn’t be bigger than a jellybean.

“Can you call Bernard?” I asked.

Bernard came in a few minutes. Like always, he held a few books in his hands.

“Prepare an inter-realm with Apollo.” I told him.

He looked shocked. “Lord Apollo? But… he’s quite difficult to speak to. Your chances are slim.”

“Maybe.” I said. I stood up and walked to my luggage from New York that I forgot to unpack.

I looked through all the items until I found the souvenirs from the convention. The lyre pin that I was gifted by that woman was there.

“Quickly. The future of the Monarch family depends on it.”

Even with a child, I couldn’t stop now. I had three days to also find the culprit of whoever desecrated that statue on centaur territory. Otherwise, I will have started a war.

“Okay, lie back.” Charlette said.

She and the others began to look at me. Their fingers poked at my body and felt my temperature.

“The first three weeks of Lycaon development are crucial. Since Lycaon’s develop fast, they require round-the-clock care.”

“Wait, how long until birth?” I asked.

“Three months.”

I wanted to pass out after hearing that. That means that I have to focus much time on this thing. I couldn’t even imagine what the birthing process would look like.

I shut my eyes and thought about something. My instincts kicked in and I could see Camille’s vision.

She was right outside the door, holding her fake sword and guarding it for me.

“Your daughter… she’s quite…”

“Shush, Dawson. Don’t worry too much right now.”

‘Right now.’ Everyone knows that I have a lot to deal with. But right now, I need to focus on myself.

My eyes got sleepy as I felt myself drift off into a sleep. I wonder what the Oneiroi would have in store for me tonight.

In my dream, I was surrounded by many random things. The one that hit me in the face was my silver ring.

“Don’t forget me!”

Another deity came into view. It was another god holding the ring in his hands. Phantasos was telling me this.

“I won’t.” I replied.

This time, it was all darkness. I guess even dreams were quite stressful.

30

Dawson Carlyle

Speaking to a god might seem difficult, impossible even, for many. Yet, I have been able to speak to Hermes, Phobetor, Phantasos, Morpheus, and Selene.

Lord Apollon, god of music, healing, sunlight, prophecy, and more. One of the most feared yet celebrated gods, it’s no wonder why many people think of him when asked about the Pantheon.

I wasn’t sure if he would accept my invitation to speak to him. I’m just an ordinary mortal that needs his blessing to save my mate.

“Don’t take too long.” Bernard told me.

“I won’t.” I covered myself in laurel leaves. “Besides, I still need to find the culprit who invaded the centaur’s territory.”

“Was it wise to put your hamadryad friend for the job?”

“Anais is quite stealthy. She only got caught sneaking in here because she was humming too loudly.”

I entered the circle and felt the smoke enter my lungs.

“I’ll be back soon.”

After chanting several Greek sayings, I shut my eyes and my vision turned black. Then, it all became bright.

Just like when I met Selene, I was in some sort of abyss. However, it was brighter, having a faded yellow hue.

“Uh, Lord Apollo?” I called out. “I wish to speak to you.”

Should I move around? I didn’t have time to stand around.

My body began to be pulled in some direction. Ahead of me was a large throne with a man sitting on it.

He was a handsome man, having luscious blonde hair and skin that was blessed by the sun. A gold laurel crown was placed on his head and his slender but toned body was covered sparsely with a red and white robe.

“Interesting…”

His power was strong. I bowed to him, knowing he could easily kill me if I disrespected him.

Apollo stood up from his throne and stepped down the stairs. He approached me and that’s when I saw he was much taller, over seven feet.

“Uh, Lord Apollo. I come here to-”

“I know, Dawson Carlyle. You wish to prove your matehood and authenticate it.”

At least I didn’t have to explain that whole story.

“Out of the many mortals I have encountered, you’ve fascinated me the most.”

I was flattered. Hearing that from Phoebus himself is the highest form of praise.

“It’s quite unfortunate what happened to your mate. Even after I made you remember about Herakles, he still suffered…”

“You-You were the one who sent me those memories?”

Apollo chuckled.

“Yes. Like I said, you fascinate me.”

He shook his head, causing pieces of the sun to fall around him and gather like fireflies. Being near him felt warm and inviting.

“Now, let’s see how strong your bond is.”

Each of the floating debris glowed brightly. One approached between us, getting bigger until it looked like a screen. But it was a memory being shown.

The first one was Louis wearing neat clothing when he met my mom. He went out of his way and got uncomfortable because I asked him to.

Next memory was Louis running through the halls of the hotel to search for me after I was stolen.

Another was of me protecting Camille from the centaur. I was confused why this counts as part of my and Louis’ bond until I remembered that all Lycaons are, in a way, an extension of Louis.

Several other memories came up. One of me inside the inter-realm begging Selene and another of me refusing to acknowledge the child I was carrying until Louis returned.

A final glowing speck then shows me at the exact time. I looked around wondering if there was a camera.

“Just you being here is enough to prove that you and Louis are enough to have a natural bond.”

The specks all disappeared. Apollo slowly walked back to his throne.

“However, I need proof of your loyalty.”

“What? Loyalty? I’ve never strayed from my marriage! I’ve been faithful to Louis and would never dare-”

“There are many types of loyalty. I need to be shown that you are serious about this matehood. I am not responsible for the Lycaons, however, we all know the importance of bonds. And a bond is created by a god, not just anyone.

“To prove it is fit to reach that level of godliness, you must show me that this matehood deserves my blessing.”

I let out a guttural groan. Prove my loyalty? Does he want me to eat pomegranate seeds or offer my child?

My eyes glanced down to my hands. I saw my silver ring that Phantasos told me to bring in my dream.

I recalled what Selene told me…

‘Since the gods control the natural order, you must prove your fidelity in any way.’

Keywords are, ‘in any way.’ It meant that it didn’t necessarily have to be about me and Louis. My character can be proof of that.

“My ring!” I shouted.

I took it off and held it out. Apollo glanced at it and then smiled.

“And how will that prove your loyalty?”

I spoke without thinking. “Because it was given to me by my dad. Even though the two of us were never close, I kept it with me because I still cherished and loved him.

“I could’ve removed it whenever I wanted but didn’t. Because I knew how much it meant to him and me. That’s why this ring proves such!”

Silence fell between us. I could see Apollo looking at my ring, then at me. I glared at him, knowing I was playing with fire-or the sun.

Then, the lyre that accompanied me when I made the circle strum, creating a soft song.

“I will accept such proposal.”

His hands began to glow and a hand made of light approached me. It entered my mind and I could feel something being altered within me.

After some time, the hand emerged and Apollo looked satisfied.

“I made the right call to believe you, Dawson. From this point on, you and your mate have officially bonded.”

“Does this mean I can save him?”

“If that’s what you must do, then yes.”

“Thank you, Lord Apollo!”

He picked off a piece of his laurel crown, handing me a gold leaf. I held it in my palm and watched him return to his throne.

“As the god of prophecy, I feel inclined to give you one message before you leave.”

I stood up. A prophecy?

“The danger you seek is near. For the covenants seeds have been sowed. Look at the moon, then back down, and find what’s hidden under the Nose.”

The Nose? Does he mean the temple they call the Nose? It could only be.

There was something else I had to know and hoped Apollo could tell me.

“Did you see who put the wolfsbane in my tea?”

Apollo shook his head.

“No. They disguised themself in shadows.”

Similar to what Selene told me about the one that changed my and Louis’ fate. Which means there is a possibility they were also sneaking around the palace.

“Wait! Can I use your power one final time for something?” I asked. Apollo agreed.

A man materialized near Apollo. A young man with brown hair and carrying a phone walked up to Apollo and spoke.

“Lord Apollo, Athena and Ares have engaged war in the Middle East.”

“Thank you, Hyacinthus.”

Apollo turned to me.

“You must leave now. I’m sure your mate is waiting for you to save him.”

The gods are quite curt. He waved at me before my vision turned black again.

“Dawson? Dawson!”

I woke up in the circle hunched over. Bernard was checking me while asking many questions. But the most important one I was able to answer.

“Yes, our bond has been approved.”

The next steps were clear. The entire time, I couldn’t contain my excitement.

My hands rubbed on my stomach. “You’ll see your dad soon.”

Bernard prepared the next steps. This I was familiar with from the first time we did, the failed attempt.

I shut my eyes and felt myself drift into sleep. I have been sleeping a lot in the past few days. Yet, I was still tired.

Probably because I can only sleep with Louis near me.

31

Louis Monarch

I knew I wasn’t dead. My body seemed to float in some abyss like I was surrounded by warm milk.

For a while, I thought I had heard Dawson’s voice.

In that moment, I thought I was dead because an angel’s voice shouldn’t have been heard unless I was no longer alive.

But when Hermes didn’t come to collect my soul, it meant that my soul was still in my body. Perhaps they managed to save me.

“… Louis!”

There was Dawson’s voice again. Even if the entire world was loud, I could always hear him amongst the crowd.

“Louis! Don’t worry!”

He sounded out of breath. A hand touched my chest. It was his, his soft hands always felt great against my skin.

And honey. The smell of honey was strong.

“I got you, my love.”

I heard sniffling, then felt Dawson’s face land on my chest. His tears landed on the chest while his fingers clawed at my skin.

“Please, come back.”

My heart hurt. I prayed at the moment for all the gods to grant me strength to just hug him back.

“I can’t live without you.”

Me neither, Dawson, my shining sun to my day. How could I ever live without your beautiful eyes and angelic voice? How can I call myself man if I do not have you?

All souls born into this world do not have it entirely. Throughout their lives, it is up to them to fill in the missing pieces until they can feel fulfilled.

Dawson was the largest piece that had been missing for me. And when I found it, I knew my soul was complete.

He laid on my chest as our hearts slowly began to beat together. I could’ve sworn I also heard a third-more muted-heartbeat.

I could feel the scar on my hand burn a bit. I knew Dawson was doing everything he could to save me.

This was a thing I had heard once before about protecting mates. Anchoring, I think. It’s when a mate will offer up part of the energy to save the one they want to protect.

“My love.” Dawson muttered.

His hand touched my face.

“Stay right here, okay? We need you.”

Of course I wouldn’t leave. I’d be like Sisyphus and defy death however many times over. As long as I can stay here with Dawson for just a few more minutes.

Ideally, eternity.

“Dawson…”

My voice was barely a mutter.

“Louis?”

My eyes couldn’t open, but I could see him. I knew his eyes must be red and swelling with tears.

“Louis!”

He hugged my neck and sobbed into them.

“I’m not dead?” I asked.

“No! No! I saved you.”

“How?”

He sniffled. “I had help from Lord Apollo.”

“Apollo?” I asked.

“I’ll explain later.”

Dawson kissed my face repeatedly. His lips were slightly dry but still felt warm and soft on my skin.

“There is so much I want to tell you.”

My body felt like it was floating. I felt myself get pulled up. Dawson’s voice began to grow muted.

I had to say one more thing. “I’ll see you later.”

All was gone and I drifted off again. I didn’t know how long it would take until I woke up, or when my body would fully heal.

But I knew that I was in good hands.

Eyes opened, I looked up and saw I wasn’t back in my normal body. Instead, I was in a realm similar to the one before. An orange like hue, it was an inter-realm.

How many inter-realms will I have to go through?

“Greetings, Louis Monarch.”

In front was a tall lady with long, flowing hair. Her eyes glowed bright yellow. She stood behind a pool of water on the floor.

“What is going on?” I asked.

“Do you not recognize me?”

She wasn’t a god. She was a titan. Her pool of water. She was none other than Mnemosyne.

“Am I in trouble?” I asked. The titaness chuckled.

“I was requested by the one who leads my daughters to show you something.”

The one who leads her daughters? Mnemosyne’s daughters are the Muses. And the Muses are led by Apollo. And he was the one that Dawson said helped him.

“There is something I want you to remember.”

She beckoned me over to look into the pool. At first, I saw my reflection. Then, like ripples, it changed my face to a younger me.

“What the-”

The titaness slammed her hand on my head, causing me to fall into the water. I felt like I was drowning until I wasn’t. The surroundings changed, and I was back in my five-year-old body.

“Mamm, where’s tad ?” It was me asking.

I was speaking to a woman, kind eyes and the most beautiful face that some nicknamed her Galatea, because she appeared to be carved from marble.

“He’s coming home soon, Loeiz.” She kissed my head.

It was one of the last memories I had of my mother before her death.

“Do you love father?”

Now that I was older, I could see her face clearly. She looked conflicted and didn’t respond for a while.

Instead, she pinched my cheek. “Best thing about your father is that I got you out of it.”

The scene changed to her funeral. Father hid his face but I saw he was clutching his hands tightly. To this day, I didn’t know if he was trying not to cry or punch something.

Above mother’s grave were borage flowers. She was killed by drinking wolfsbane that laced her ginger tea. It was almost like me.

The funeral was sad and soon after my father disappeared, only leaving behind his laurel crown on his bed. It was concluded that he might’ve taken his own life and perhaps the gods intervened to take him to the Underworld.

But I never believed that story.

Why was the titan showing me this memory? I’d rather forget that thing.

The memories around me became hazy. I felt like I was drowning and pulled my head out of the pool.

Mnemosyne stood there, looking at me concerned.

“What did you see?”

What did I see? Uh, I saw my last moments with my mother and her funeral.

“I didn’t see anything.”

“The great thing about memories is how they can be viewed differently when combined with other memories from later.”

“Huh?”

“Dear mortal, you must look at it differently. Did you notice anything new?”

Anything new…

I saw my mother’s face when I asked her if she loved my father. I never grasped that before.

Another memory flashed through my head. It was from a lesson Guy and Bernard once told me.

‘Herbs are ways to repel evil. But it can also be used to disguise it.’

My mother was buried with borage above her. And she drank from a ginger tea that killed her. All those were herbs.

Like a switch, the gears in my head began to shift around. I grabbed my head and remembered who served my mother that tea.

My father.

The one who planned her funeral.

My father.

“Did-Did my father kill my mother?” I asked.

The titaness didn’t confirm it.

“The shadowed one hides under a cloak of neutrality.”

I knew what that meant. There were many strange things that had happened. Dawson also drank a chamomile tea, a type of herb.

“I… I have to warn Dawson!”

He was out there, possibly in danger from my father. I guess he was alive. But how did he manage to hide?

And why did he kill my mother and try to kill me?

“How long until I wake up?” I asked.

“Very soon.”

I turned to her and nodded as a way to thank her.

“You have many good memories, Lycaon. I look forward to seeing the many more you are destined to make.”

Everything slowly blurred. The titan turned into pieces that float away. I looked at my hands, my scarred one.

For a while, I kept drifting in the endless abyss. I could hear Etienne checking on my vitals and Bernard coming in to say a prayer.

Dawson was probably dealing with an emergency. I could tell from the few words visitors would scatter that something was happening with the centaurs.

But I knew that Dawson could handle it.

It all turned cold when I felt my body being picked up by someone. Velvet hands carried me and their steps echoed through the empty halls.

“Your time has come.”

A dark raspy voice said. It made me shiver. I didn’t know who this was, but I knew he didn’t have good intentions.

32

Dawson Carlyle

I was tired, hungry, and my stomach was now hurting. Of course, it was because I had a literal child growing in me.

“Three days have passed.” Marcel told me.

“I know.”

“And did you find the culprit?”

“No.”

Marcel grabbed his sword tightly. “Let’s wish war will not be started.”

Yes, I didn’t find the culprit. I spent most of those three days speaking to gods and saving my mate from death.

But I trusted my fellow Lycaons. And I knew that neither one of them would have done what Gryneus is accusing us of.

“Do you have a plan?”

“Yes.” I replied.

The others around me exchanged worried looks.

“Lucille, did you hide all the children?” I asked.

“Yes. The children are safely away and the others are on lockdown just in case.”

A line of centaurs stood ahead of us. Gryneus, king of the centaurs, stood at the center with his strongest men surrounding him.

I breathed in, hoping my plan was going to work. Truthfully, I brought the deadline to three days because even five days was too little. Might as well rip the bandage off.

“Do you have the culprit?”

Gryneus loomed over me and awaited my response. I assured Marcel and Landry that I had it all under control. I hope.

“No, I don’t.”

Gryneus and the other centaurs prepared their weapons.

“You better have a good reason, mate of Lycaon!”

I huffed loudly. “Because it wasn’t one of us.” I said.

“It is either you or the damn pheasants that run around our woods. Don’t play tricks on me.”

“I can assure you that it wasn’t any current member of the Monarch family that did it. I know my people enough that none would be foolish enough to sneak onto centaur territory and defame such a revered hero.”

“Don’t flatter us,” Gryneus said, holding his sword to my nose. Marcel next to me got tense.

“Just tell them it was me.” Marcel whispered to me.

I shook my head. “No.”

Gryneus’ eyes were almost bloodshot.

“How can you prove it was none of your clan?” He asked.

“With the gods.” I replied.

I convinced everyone to step back and placed myself in a circled center.

“If I am lying, then may Apollo strike me down with his sunlight.”

A few seconds later, sunlight came upon me. However, instead of it killing me, it merely felt like bathing in glitter.

“Very clever, Dawson. So that’s what you needed my power for.”

Apollo’s voice left. After, when I was still standing and looking glowing, Gryneus told his men to lower their arms.

“So, it wasn’t a member of your clan?”

The words of the gods are absolute. Everyone knows that.

“Regardless, I believe something strange is going on.” I said.

The centaurs spoke to each other in Greek and neighs. Gryneus glanced at me.

“Despite the culprit not being found, I still wish to help.”

“For what?” He asked.

“Civility. Be copacetic. Don’t you believe that it is time our tensions be lessened?”

“Shouldn’t it be the king of the Lycaons making this request?”

“He is still indisposed.” I scratched my hair. “But he will return soon. And I know he will agree with me.”

Gryneus huffed. “It shall be shelved for now.”

I nodded. “Great. Uh, why don’t we set up a festival? It could be a great way for us to get along.”

“Too early.”

“Right.” I muttered.

There wasn’t much to be said afterwards. Gryneus and the other centaurs left, hopefully all at peace after I proved our innocence.

“How did you get Lord Apollo to do that?” Landry asked.

“Uh, I don’t know.” I shrugged. “He likes me.”

“Beware of any west winds.” He patted my back.

We returned back to the community only to see everyone in the streets looking nervous.

“What’s wrong?” I asked the nearest person.

“Uh…” She whispered something that I couldn’t hear.

“Say it!” I commanded her.

“Mr. Monarch is missing!” She shrieked.

I watched her face get pale.

“His body went missing not too long after you left. I don’t know where-”

Not letting her finish, I ran off to the infirmary where it was also mayhem.

“Where. Is. Louis?” I asked.

None could answer me. His body just seemed to disappear. I felt despair as he was once again gone.

He couldn’t have been too far. This entire place was on lockdown in case of war.

Night was coming soon. The search continued. I went up to the temple to pray to Selene. Maybe she would offer some advice.

While praying, I looked at her marble statue. The rosemary flowers growing between the cracks were slightly crushed, as if the altar had been moved.

I thought back to what Apollo told me, the prophecy he spoke of.

‘The danger you seek is near. For the covenant’s seeds have been sowed. Look at the moon, then back down, and find what’s hidden under the Nose.’

Could it be? No, that sounded impossible. Silly, even.

I took a closer look at the altar and noticed something. There was a line of clean marble and dusted floor. Like moving furniture where you can see where the dust didn’t settle.

This would only happen if it had been moved.

Using all my strength, I pushed the altar slowly until it moved, revealing a trap door.

Maybe Louis is somewhere down there.

“Mr. Carlyle?”

Standing at the entrance was Camille. The young girl no longer carried a fake sword. I knew it belonged to her father.

And perched on her shoulder was a small but wide-eyed owl. It made a ‘hoot’ noise as it looked at me.

“Ah, Camille.” I muttered.

“Are you going down there?” She asked.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Can I come with you?”

“No, Camille.”

She walked forward and stood next to me at the trapdoor. When I said no, I could see the owl glaring at me.

“How about you stay here?”

It was dangerous to leave her here alone. However, it was even more dangerous to take her with me in this weird trapdoor.

Plus, she has Athena. I’m sure the maiden goddess will give her some luck.

“I will protect this place.” She wielded her sword.

“I know you will.” I rubbed her hair.

My hands unlocked the trapdoor. It opened easily, proving that this has been in use recently.

“I don’t have a light.” I said when I saw how dark the tunnel was.

Looking around, I saw Selene’s torch that burned with fire. I climbed up the statue, probably violating several laws.

“Lady Selene, could I borrow a bit of your torch?” I asked.

The moonlight on her face glowed brightly for a moment. I took that as a yes. After working with it, I pulled out a piece of the torch. A branch-size twig that had the tip burning brightly.

“What do I do if someone comes?” Camille asked.

“Tell them I’m looking for my mate.”

I climbed down the ladder while the little girl looked at me, ready to slice down anyone that disturbed me.

The child growing in me let out a small wave of something. I held myself.

“Don’t worry, little one. You’ll see your dad soon.” I said to it.

Into the tunnel I went, only being lit up by a small torch that led me through this labyrinth.

33

Dawson Carlyle

Using the only light source I had, navigating through the maze wasn’t as difficult. I was in treacherous territory.

There could be a Minotaur here, or some dangerous creature. In hindsight, I should have brought a weapon.

These tunnels felt long. It was like it was going through the entire community. I was probably in the woods.

While it was dark, I was able to pick up something.

Honey.

The smell of Louis. A smell that calms me the moment it wafts over me. He must be close. However, there was another smell too.

Another sweet thing. It was almost recognizable.

Strawberries.

I didn’t know why I was smelling that. Maybe there’s a strawberry patch nearby. I walked faster as the torch was starting to fizzle out.

Ahead was a fire that lit up a doorway. Using stealth, my footsteps became quieter as I approached it.

Inside the stone room were four long tables, two pairs across another. On one was Louis, laying back with his eyes closed.

A smell of rosemary came over me. It almost overpowered the honey scent.

“Louis…” I whispered, slowly getting closer to his body.

Touching his forehead, he was alive. I breathed a sigh of relief, and it felt like my child too was excited.

“Can you get up?” I began to nudge him.

He was probably still healing. I didn’t care to know who brought him here. For now, Louis needed to get back to recover.

Slumped on my back, Louis was definitely sleeping. But his heart began beating faster and in sync with mine.

This was a strange room. Dried herbs hung on almost every inch of the room. If Louis wasn’t so close and our bond wasn’t that strong, it would’ve overcome my nose.

What struck me as odd was the other chamber in one corner of the room. A large door was shut and it was clearly being used.

Later, we can send a group to explore this place.

I needed to get through the door again until I saw a man standing there.

Tall and sickly pale. However, his face was just like Louis’. His arms were covered in large velvet gloves that reached his biceps.

Louis. Louis the Elder. Louis the Handless.

It was Louis’ father. Alive and in the flesh in front of me.

“I…”

It was clear to me that he was the culprit. Louis explained the story of his mother and father and felt like something was off.

“It seems you did the work yourself.”

His voice was raspy as if it was dragged through coal. It carried a sinister echo that pitched across the room.

“It’s a full moon tonight. We should get started.”

He walked closer to me and placed a finger on my nose.

Shadow-like limbs grabbed me on my arms and legs. Louis was pulled off my back and I watched him get placed back on the table.

The arms dragged me to the other side of the room where I was forced to lay down on them.

“I’ve waited for this for a long time.”

“What are you doing?” I shouted while struggling to break free. “That’s your son!”

He turned to me. His eyes were completely dark, even the whites. “How foolish you are.”

He walked towards me and traced his hands over my stomach.

“Haven’t you pieced it together yet?”

“What?”

“The note your father left you? The nymphs?”

What was he talking about?

There had been many things that were strange and had yet to be explained. The dryads attacking me, the New York incident, the Furies, why I was able to see Anais in my youth.

“Are…” I gulped. “Are you the reason?”

He nodded. “And now, all of the pieces are in place.”

“For what?”

A deep chuckle came from his throat. “Before dawn, it shall be done.”

He walked off and stood in the center of the room. He began chanting something that caused the walls to tremble.

“Hear my call, Maiden Dear, as I speak of what was once strewn. And grant me your favor, cast forth your light into my moon.”

Those words felt like a dagger.

Where had I heard those words before? It was so close yet felt like a distant memory.

The note my dad left me always felt off. The first part was messily written, but the post note was more professional, as if two people had written it.

And in that note, with the instructions on my final task, it included that very same chant.

“Are you going to hurt us?” I asked.

The shadow arms squeezed tighter around me. I looked to Louis to see he was still asleep.

“That depends.”

After he finished his chants, my left hand where my scar was began burning. Unlike before, it burned even more tonight.

It began twitching and a faint glow came from the scarred skin.

“The gods cannot see.” Louis the Elder muttered.

“By tonight, I shall have my revenge.”

“What revenge? I didn’t do anything to you!” I shouted.

He flicked his hand and caused an arm to cover my mouth.

“No, you didn’t do anything.”

How does a mere mortal have so much power? Unless he was a demigod or daemon, someone shouldn’t be able to control shadows.

I recalled Keuthonymos. Someone made a pact with the Underworld. It’s so obvious now that it was Louis the Elder who made that pact.

Which means he was the one that was chasing me down.

“Would you like me to show you?”

Louis the Elder walked over to the other door that I was curious about and opened it. It was dark inside.

A strong, pungent smell of strawberries came over. Louis the Elder walked back with a chain leading to a man’s neck.

Brown hair and green eyes.

“Dad!” I tried shouting.

He looked up, his eyes tired. I could tell he was surprised and wanted to reach for me until Louis pulled the chain.

“Now, now, Devin. You don’t want to hurt your son, right?”

My dad tried yelling but was gagged by Louis’ glove. Now that it was off, I could see what he hid underneath.

Both of his arms were covered in many scars. They ran from his fingers to his elbows. They looked just like mine and Louis’ on our hands.

Selene told me that someone altered our fates, forcing our bond despite her not making it.

Louis the Elder brought his hand down to stroke my dad’s hair.

“Now, shall I tell you about your father?”

He brought his lips close to my dad’s face. The smell of strawberries grew stronger.

“Or should I say, my mate?”

He extended his hands and a black shadow flew into my head.

I shut my eyes as I felt my body become stiff.

“Louis! Where are you?”

It was a young voice that spoke. My eyes cleared and I saw a young man in the woods.

“Louis! If you don’t hurry, I’m gonna-”

“I’m here.”

A young man emerged from the forest. He looked exactly like my Louis. But it wasn’t him. And the one calling for him looked like me, but younger.

My dad.

“Come! I got a new book I wanna read to you!” My dad said.

“Lead the way.”

My dad ran off and Louis the Elder followed back. The young man looked at me.

“Enjoy the show.”

He winked and walked off while I was forced to follow and see their story.

34

Dawson Carlyle

My dad was reading a book to Louis, who sat perched on a rock and entranced with my dad’s words.

“That’s when I knew he was my mate.”

I jumped and saw Louis the Elder standing next to me. His face was solemn, as if these memories pained him.

“Your father did not know what I was.”

My dad sniffed the air. “Do you smell strawberries?”

“No.” The young Elder Louis replied.

The scene changed.

“I gave your father hints of the world that was lying under his nose.”

Young Elder Louis leaned against a tree and watched my dad run to him.

“Lou! You’ll never believe what I saw! I was in the garden and saw a lady with a flower on her head!”

“She was wearing a hat?”

“N-No! Like, an actual flower! I thought I was seeing shit but…”

My dad explained more and Young Louis simply assured him that he believed him. The memories fogged.

“I love your father.”

Young Louis and my dad were both kissing under a tree. “Lou, I just realized I don’t know anything about you.”

“I wish I could tell you, mon amour. But now isn’t the time.”

“Why? Are you a monster or criminal?”

“And what if I was?”

Speechless for words, my dad chuckled. “I’d still like you.”

They resumed their kisses while the area became stronger with strawberries. This must be their scent. But why was I able to smell it?

Another memory came. It was Young Louis sobbing in my dad’s arms.

“Promise you won’t be disgusted by me.” He sobbed.

“I won’t.” My dad replied.

Louis the Elder pointed and laughed. “How stupid I was to believe him.”

The Young Elder Louis got on all fours and turned into his wolf-form. My dad jumped back and looked afraid.

Rather than accept it, my dad instead yelled. “What are you, you freak?”

‘Devin, you said you wouldn’t…’

“You’re a freak! A monster!”

‘Devin…’

My dad threw a stone at Young Louis. The wolf jumped back while my dad kept launching and trying to hit the animal.

“Don’t ever fucking get near me again! Or I’ll kill you!”

My dad, angry but heartbroken, ran away while the wolf curled on the floor and howled.

“Still, I wasn’t dissuaded. I watched your dad for a while after that. I watched as he found himself a young woman and settled down with her, having you.”

Young Louis stood outside my dad’s window and watched as my mom and dad cooed at a baby me.

He was sobbing at the window and wiping his tears, probably upset that it should’ve been him to have that family with my dad.

Then, Young Louis grew angry. Louis once told me that when a Lycaon does not bond with their mate, they can go mad and possibly kill their mate.

On a random night, when it was a new moon and Selene’s eyes were blind, Louis made a pact with several Underworld gods.

“I wanted to hurt your father in the worst way I could.”

He snuck into my bedroom and took me as a baby. By the time my dad noticed, it was too late.

Louis the Elder brought us to a clearing in the world, inside a ring of mushrooms. Along with me and him was also a baby Louis.

My Louis.

Several whispered later, and we were in the inter-realm. Louis the Elder used his bare hands to rip Louis’ string and attach it to mine. While he did so, his arms became scarred and resulted in a mess of a bond.

When we were back outside, my Louis opened his eyes and began giggling. He stretched out his small right hand towards me, grabbing my left hand.

So that explains why I was able to see Anais, since I already once made contact with Louis.

“Dawson! Where are you?” My dad shouted.

His eyes laid upon the circle and he reached for me.

“Get away from him!”

“Too late.” Louis the Elder smirked. “They shall be mates! And when the time is ready…”

“How could you, Lou?”

Dad sobbed as he held me close and saw the scar forming on my hand.

“Please, understand that they aren’t responsible.”

By then, it was too late. It was Louis the Elder who altered our fates. It was him who was the cause of all this.

“Louis’ mother was a Lycaon whose mate had died. Our union was out of necessity for an heir.”

“You’re a monster!” I shouted, using my dad’s words.

“I know.” He chuckled.

“The note, what was your intention!”

Part of the note was to put my hands on the ground. Now that I learned more, that was a way to make an oath.

“Were you going to take me right then and there?”

“Yes. I also cursed those nymphs to retrieve you.”

Herbs are used to ward off evil smells but also hide it. Louis said that the nymphs who attacked me smelled of herbs. Rosemary was used in the temple to hide Louis the Elder’s secret tunnel.

“You killed Louis’ mother, huh?”

She died by drinking ginger tea, an herb, laced with wolfsbane. My dad’s grave had lavender flowers growing above it, also an herb.

The dryads, Guy, and my security guard in New York all forgot what happened to them. The latter was found to have contained traces of a diluted version to the Lethe River.

“And how did-”

“How did I trick you in New York?”

He showed another memory. Since he was once the leader of Monarch, he had access to the system.

“You forget that mint is also an herb.”

The drink I had that day was mint. It must’ve been laced. From there, Louis the Elder grabbed me and took me away.

The Oneiroi, after that, gave me some hints about who the one that attacked me was. One said it was someone that was a member of the Monarch family. Another said they didn’t reside among us.

Both were true. It was Louis the Elder, former head of the Monarch Family, and he lived underground. Technically, not amongst us but under us.

“And I’m assuming you were the one who defaced the statue of Chiron?”

He chuckled.

“You’re catching on. The plan was always to get you two at the prime age.”

Perhaps he was the one that the Fates were after.

“You’re right.” Louis said. “I did kill my wife, after all. That’s why I’ve been using herbs to hide myself. But also because they are very angry with me.”

He must have used too much power. He altered a matehood, hid, and murdered his wife borrowing powers from the gods.

No wonder they are now angry and desperate. It was either retribution or help him get to me.

Explains why the Furies said, ‘It is either him or the covenant.’ But seeing as how they dropped me, they must’ve been confused between me and my dad.

I was back to being tied by his shadow. The memories continued.

“I swear on everything that I will kill you, Louis!” My dad shouted.

“You can’t kill me, Devin. I’m your mate.”

My dad gave me a silver ring to carry with me at all times. He sent us away to live in a different city, far away from this one.

He always wanted to protect me. I was wrong when I thought he didn’t love me. In reality, he was backed into a corner and hoped I wouldn’t turn out like him.

So many horrible things can be traced back to Louis the Elder. My mate’s trauma, Anais’ friends deaths, Louis in his current state.

I didn’t even ask. I knew it was him who sprinkled the silver in my sweater. That’s why I mysteriously found it in the temple on the day we left.

“But now comes the moment I’ve been looking forward to.”

I was back in the stone room. My dad was forced to lay down on the table next to me. I tried to reach my hands for him.

“Are you going to kill him?” I asked.

He didn’t answer.

“Are you going to hurt Louis?”

“No. Instead,” He stretched his arms and a white line stretched across. “I’m going to put my mind into my son and your father’s into you.”

“Why!” I shouted.

“So that my mate and I can have the bond we deserve.”

I thrashed around until the white string was tied around my head and connected to my dad’s. Louis the Elder did the same with his and Louis.

“What’s going to happen to us?” I asked, tears falling out.

“Oh, I’ll make sure your memories are safely guarded.”

That meant nothing. I cherished my memories, especially the ones with Louis and the ones we’re going to make soon with our child.

Louis the Elder covered himself in a black cloak, the same shadow he used to hide himself with. He lay on the table next to Louis.

“Don’t fight it, Dawson. You’re doing a good thing.”

The string on my head tightened until I passed out. Then, I woke up again in the inter-realm where mine and Louis’ string were.

And this time, we were joined by my dad and Louis the Elder.

35

Louis Monarch

All those past memories flashed before me like I was reading a book. Before I could grasp it all, I woke up in that same realm with Dawson, his dad, and my father.

“Louis!” Dawson shouted.

Despite these days being dark and cloudy, my mate has a way to brighten my days.

“Dawson.” I stood up and limped towards him.

My father stopped me, using strong forces to hold my shoulder.

“We’re not done, son.”

“Get away from me!” I shouted. I shoved him away.

He killed my mother, attacked my mate, and jeopardized our future.

Dawson’s dad was still chained on the floor as he tried to break free. My father raised his hands and caused black chains to hold me and Dawson in place before I could reach him.

“This is not part of the plan.” My dad announced.

Several white strings arrived from a distance. One was mine and Dawson’s, which had recently been patched by Lord Apollo. Another was two joined strings, however, rather than be tied, they were loosely put together.

Based on the smell of strawberries it emitted, I knew it was my father’s and Dawson’s dad’s matehood.

“There’s no need to be upset, you two.”

Father walked to our string and made a blade from his hands.

“I’m sure your souls will still be allowed to wander the Underworld.”

He sliced our bond. The string stopped glowing. My entire body grew in pain. Dawson shouted as he held his chest.

Selene couldn’t see us. Father made it clear that he used a disguise to cover himself. All of this is invisible to her.

“Oh, what’s this?”

“Don’t touch him!” I shouted.

Dawson was hunched over while my dad used his legs to inspect my mate.

“Ah, well, I guess Devin and I can raise that child as ours.”

Child? I glanced at Dawson.

‘I’m sorry.’ He muttered.

My Dawson is with a child…

I shouted again and tried to break from the chains. I needed to protect Dawson. I needed to protect my child.

Everything I tried doing didn’t seem to work. Dawson was in pain and couldn’t tolerate it much. His dad seemed to have given up.

My father worked with the cut strings and toyed with them. His scarred hands became bloody as he moved them around and untied them.

I was watching in real-time my matehood be destroyed by the very man who altered it.

He didn’t finish and came over to me, placing a hand on my head.

“Don’t be upset, Louis.”

I gritted my teeth. “Did you ever love me?” I asked.

No answer from it. All he saw me as was a piece for his future machinations. That was my role in this life. It’s why he never got close to me.

Because he knew this day would come.

I knew he didn’t love my mother.

If a Lycaon does not interact with the mate and bond with them, they will go mad. That’s what I thought happened to my father when my mother died.

But, all along, he was always mad. However, his madness was combined with obsession for Devin Carlyle. To the point that he would want the two of them to live again in newer, younger bodies.

However, my father is stupid if he believes that I will just accept this fate.

‘Fate can be controlled.’

That’s what Morpheus told me in my dream. Even if it’s set in stone, the way to get there would always be different.

Seeing Dawson whimpering on the floor with blood coming out of his mouth, I knew this couldn’t be the end of us.

Our bond was still young and hadn’t reached its peak.

“It won’t work.” I said.

Father chuckled. Making his deal with the Underworld caused every part of him to wither away. His hair was patchy and wirey, his skin was growing pale, even his voice was like gargling nails.

He was still my father, but I knew that not bonding with Devin Carlyle caused irreparable damage to him.

“I can control fate with my hands, my son. Don’t get in my way.”

I turned to Devin Carlyle. His body was covered in bites and his legs shivered. I didn’t want to assume, but my father probably had his way with him.

We both locked eyes. “Your son,” I said. “My mate.”

Devin shook his head. “Your father is too strong.”

“All great Lycaons have a weakness.” I said.

Dawson spat out more blood. It hurt to see him in that state. I swore I would protect him from everything.

“L-Louis…” Devin grunted.

My father stopped manipulating the strings and turned to his mate quickly.

“Yes, Devin!”

Ah, so that’s it. It’s easy to know any Lycaon’s weakness that doesn’t involve plants or metals. Their mate is their weak spot. Especially for a leader such as my father.

“Please, don’t do this to them.”

“I have to, mon amour. We deserve our ending too.” My father replied.

“No, it will be pointless.”

“How so?”

Devin, for the first time since I’ve seen him, sat up and looked at the man in front of him. The smell of strawberries felt off.

“Because no matter how much you change it,” He leaned in. “I will never love you.”

“What?”

Seeing him look upset surprised me. In all the memories I have of my father, he was either stern or angry.

“Do you really think I’ll go with you and accept this union?” Devin kept speaking.

The chains were starting to loosen up around my arms. I just needed a bit more time.

“You want to hurt my son just for delusion.”

My father looked heart-broken and his hands began shaking.

“You… You don’t mean that, mon amour.”

“Don’t touch me!” Devin shouted.

Stumbling back, my father let out ragged breaths. The chains were loose enough and I broke free, crawling over to Dawson.

“Mon amour, are you okay?” I tore the chains off of him.

“It hurts.” Dawson muttered. I comforted him and figured out what to do.

He was getting colder. I couldn’t feel the beat of his heart, knowing it was a consequence of our matehood being torn.

Yet, I still love him. How could I not? My love for him was not determined by premeditated strings.

“I-I can fix this!” My father shouted. “Would you forgive me if I did?”

Devin shook his head. “I could never forgive you for this, Lou.”

That seemed to have been the final blow to my father. He hunched over and vomited out a black substance.

“Haha.”

That chuckle didn’t sound good.

“If you won’t join me, then no one deserves to.”

I picked up Dawson in my arms and ran quickly. I turned and saw black arms coming out from the back of my father and making their way to us.

“I will kill everyone one of you!”

The arms grabbed up and dragged us back. I tried holding Dawson close but he was ripped from me. My body was still healing.

“Starting with you.”

Father held up Dawson in front of him. His palm once again turned into a blade. As he held it to Dawson’s throat, it was like watching everything I cherished almost be taken.

That was, until my father stumbled over and groaned.

“What the…”

His hand touched his torso and blood came out from it.

“Dawson!” I shouted.

While my father held himself, the arms disappeared. I grabbed Dawson and held him away.

“Who… did this?”

Blood came from his mouth. After snapping his fingers, we woke up in the same cold room.

Standing over my father’s weakening body was Camille. The young girl held her father’s blade and brought it down again on my father’s chest.

The owl on her shoulder let out a hoot and Camille pulled out the bloody sword.

36

Dawson Carlyle

Louis the Elder had two deep wounds on his chest that were created by Camille.

“Camille!” I shouted.

Even if I couldn’t feel the instincts to protect her, I still had my humanity. And I stood up from the table and stumbled towards her.

“Get out of here!”

Camille was silent as she dragged her sword while I brought her back to the door.

“Go!” I told her.

“Mr. Carlyle.” She muttered.

“You can’t stay here-”

“You brat!” I heard Louis the Elder shout.

A large hand grabbed Camille and threw her against the wall. The owl she carried disappeared into thin air.

“Camille!” I shouted and ran to her.

Louis grabbed me and held me tightly. “Wait, Dawson!”

He shielded me from an incoming attack. I couldn’t feel his pain anymore. Our hearts didn’t beat together. And I already missed that damn honey smell.

Our matehood had been severed. But when that was removed, I found that I still loved Louis. I didn’t need to be told by a god that he was my one true love.

“My father, he’s too strong.” Louis said.

His body protected me while his father yelled loudly.

My dad was still limping out of the slab of stone he laid on. I watched as he glanced over at me.

“Dawson…” His voice was quiet, but I was able to hear it. “I’m sorry.”

Judging by the lack of interception from the gods, the area was still hidden to all of them. That meant I had to rely on what I had on me.

Camille was still passed out, my dad was weak, Louis and I were trying not to die.

“Your dad.” Louis grunted as more whips hit his back.

“What about him?”

“He’s my father’s weak point.”

How much would he go to save me? My dad was the one who gave me a new silver ring every year. I thought him being distant was because he didn’t love me.

Yet, the opposite was true. He loved me so much he didn’t want me to be near danger. This whole time I thought it was a relationship that was never meant to be close.

“Cover me.” I said.

Louis was incredibly strong and could withstand his father’s attacks.

It seemed that Louis the Elder was in some crazed state of mind. My dad’s words must’ve sent him into mania and caused him to completely break apart.

I crawled over to my dad. He cowered in the corner of the room and closed his ears.

“Dad!” I shook him.

He looked at me. “Dawson!” He hugged me.

It was like hugging branches, his body was that thin.

My dad wasn’t dead like I thought. He was here this whole time. I should’ve realized it when my mom pointed out the mail that I saw. He had too much mail…

There’s no way two months would’ve accumulated that much.

“Dad, he’s going to…”

“I tried.” Dad said. “But he won’t listen to anyone.”

I felt my pocket heat up like I carried a warming pad. I reached in and saw that gold laurel leaf Apollo had given me when I spoke to him.

An idea came to my head.

“Dad,” I held it to him.

He looked at the glowing leaf.

“Would this work?” I asked.

“I don’t know.”

Right, my dad doesn’t know much about this world. The most he knows about is Lycaons.

It was an herb and gifted from Apollo, the god of medicine. I’m sure it could at least incapacitate him.

The problem was how to get it to him. His arms were stretching all over and slinging stones around. Getting near him was too dangerous.

“I’ll do it.” My dad said.

“No!”

“Give it to me, Dawson.” He held out his hand.

Like Louis said, my dad was his only weakness.

Dad put the leaf in his mouth. He stood up and patted my hair.

“Lou!” Dad shouted.

Louis the Elder turned and saw my dad. “Devin!”

“I-I changed my mind.”

“Really?” Louis walked towards my dad and hugged him, his scarred hands trapping my dad.

“But only if you let them go.”

“I need them, Devin! We should get to live our lives as if we were young.”

Louis brought my dad’s hands to touch his face.

“I’m afraid you won’t love this old body.”

My Louis came around and picked me up in his arms.

“We can live together forever.” Dad said.

I watched as my dad pulled in Louis’ mouth to kiss him. His tongue transferred the laurel leaf into the latter’s mouth.

A quick reaction ensued. Louis the Elder pushed my dad back and began vomiting black liquid on the floor.

“Devin…”

My dad looked at him. His gaze looked down on him after a lifetime of suffering, watching over his shoulder out of fear that he or I would get taken.

“This is for me.”

Louis the Elder turned and looked at us. His face began growing old and pruned. He used his depleting energy to grab me by the leg.

“Daw-”

Pain rushed over as I was thrown face first into the opposite wall. And more pain came from my stomach.

My child. My sweet child that finally reunited with its dad.

“Dawson!” Both my dad and Louis shouted.

I groaned and stood against the wall. Blood poured from my nose and mouth, and my bones all felt like they were crushed.

Through my haze, I saw my Louis pick up Camille’s sword and rush to his father.

The sword pierced through his heart. Louis the Elder groaned loudly as he collapsed to the floor, his hands reaching out for my dad.

“Devin…”

My dad stepped on his hand. He took the sword from Louis and aimed it at his neck.

“I told you that I’d kill you one day.”

It cut through his neck and his groaning stopped. I could feel the atmosphere in the room lighten up.

Hopefully the gods will see us now. But I couldn’t stay here. My eyes shut as the pain from every place reached my head.

“Dawson! My love!”

Louis’ hands reached around me. His warmth and tears fell on my face.

“I’ll… I’ll get help!”

My dad was right next to him. He used the rags off his body to cover my wounds that formed all over me.

It was honorable. I stared at the ceiling and could feel getting pulled away slowly.

As my darkening vision caused all my senses to kick away, Louis’ face was the last thing I saw.

37

Dawson Carlyle

Is this what it feels like to be dead?

Wait, I’m not dead. I felt my heart still beating. Softly, but still beating. At least all my pain was gone.

I wasn’t in the inter-realm, nor was I in some solid place. It was like floating in nothing, as if I was waiting for whatever gods to pull me out of here.

Feeling like I was stuck here, I began to move by swimming around. I kept doing so, and then I heard something.

Words. But they weren’t just any.

‘It’s just nice finally seeing you smile.’

Lucille told that to Louis.

This time, I didn’t just hear the memory. I saw them too.

Himeros blessing our union, joining our matehood officially, even small things like Louis feeding me tea.

“Did you find what you lost?”

The voice came from everywhere. At least, that’s what it felt like. Strangely, I felt warm with that voice, as if I could trust it.

“Am I dead?” I asked.

“No. But there is a problem.”

“What is it?”

“You have no purpose.”

No purpose? Is this some trick or joke someone is playing with me? Or perhaps some ‘What is the meaning of life?’ sort of question?

In the distance, two eyes of fire lit up. They stared at me. Then, behind me, two more white eyes appeared.

“What are you to do with him?”

The fire-eyed one looked at me. He wasn’t the one that talked right now, but he was forming a response.

“His matehood is null. Ideally, he should not be here because he was never originally fated by the moon maiden.”

Oh, so this has to do with that. Because my fate was altered three times: By Louis the Elder, then by me, and again by Louis the Elder.

I’m sure I must have angered the Fates by changing it so much. Louis was supposed to have someone else as his mate. Instead, I was replaced.

“What do you think?”

Fire-eyed one asked the darkness behind me. The other looked at me while contemplating his response. Am I that much of an enigma?

“I say he’s well fit.”

“Interfering with this will not be great. But…”

A strong wind pushed me until I reached a foggy vision. A window. I looked through and saw Louis in the inter-realm of Selene.

The moon goddess was next to him while he shouted my name.

“I’ll ask again. Did you find what you lost?”

I was still confused. What did I lose? I don’t think I lost anything.

“I lost Louis.” I said.

The eyes both shook.

“Not quite.”

“Did he even lose anything, Pyrphoros?”

“Does he believe he lost something?”

They were testing me. But what did these two need from me?

“Am I in trouble?” I asked.

“You’re scaring the mortal! Just let him return already.”

The fire-eyed one glanced at me. It looked like he was smiling despite not having a visible mouth.

“You are not dead, Dawson. Rather, we find your story interesting.”

“Why?”

“Despite the odds stacked against you, you’ve proven to be a perfect match with Louis Monarch.”

“We cannot wait to see what else you can do with this life .”

Have they been watching me the entire time? How much of me did they know about? Yeah, I did use the help of the gods, but it was through sheer luck they even gave a fraction of that attention.

A strong force pushed me through the window. I turned and saw both pairs of eyes looking at me.

I landed back in Selene’s inter-realm.

Where had I been? I glanced around and tried to remember where I just was.

The last few memories I could grasp were fire before everything in the abyss disappeared from memory.

Strange…

“Dawson!”

Louis ran towards me. I was tired and the pain was slowly returning. But I ran towards him until he hugged me tightly.

“Where were you?” Louis asked, inspecting my face.

“I don’t know.” I replied honestly.

Selene joined us. She brought the broken bond that was destroyed by Louis the Elder.

“Can we fix it?” Louis asked.

“That is a matter that you both have to decide.”

It was clear why she was doing this. She arranged another mate, but it was altered and fixed to me. Then, I repaired it, until someone else destroyed it again.

“This bond has long been damaged severely. Too many alterations can potentially end this matehood and harm you both if it is ever to be tampered with again.”

The bond was weak. If Louis and I decide to mate again, there could be a possibility that any future harm could permanently destroy it all.

Louis held my hand and looked at me. “Dawson, if you don’t want to… I know that I can’t always protect you.”

He teared while I held his head in my hands.

“I can’t see you get hurt again.”

Having a bond would put both of us at risk. However, if what I’ve learned in the past months, it’s that risks are needed.

Otherwise, Louis and I wouldn’t be here if we had done nothing.

“I want to stay with you, Louis. I want us to have a family, rule over the Lycaons, and grow old together.”

“But you’d be in danger.”

“And I’ll fight.” I said. “I’ll fight for myself, I’ll fight for you, I’ll fight for us.”

It was between us. Louis was afraid of losing me, and I wanted to continue fighting. And I knew he was tired of fighting.

I brought his hand to feel my heart.

“See, I’m still alive. I’m not going anywhere.”

Louis would always have his eyes on me. It was only Lycaon nature to do so.

“Then, let’s fix our bond.”

Selene nodded at our answer. She brought over the string that no longer glowed.

“How do we fix it?” Louis asked.

“This is also something you must do.”

Great, another none-answer.

I looked at the string. No, it wasn’t all dark. Some parts did glow. But the area near where the string had been cut was all dark like a dead root.

It was as if the string did want to continue glowing, but it just couldn’t. I was sure this was the same place where Louis the Elder originally altered our fates.

‘Sometimes, you have to cut off dead things to let other things thrive’

Those were the words Anais once told me about her tree. About how she cut off the dead branches so her sapling could focus the rest of that energy on growing.

Then, I looked at our strings. The injured area was dead, but the rest of the string appeared healthy.

“I have an idea.” I said.

Louis and I stood side-by-side. I held my right hand with his left hand.

“What do I do?”

I looked at my scarred left hand. It was the result of damage from the forced bond. It was formed when baby Louis touched my hand when I was a baby.

Using my left hand, I grabbed part of the string that still glowed on my side. I told Louis to do the same with his scarred right hand.

This way, a current was created that bypassed the broken bond. The light glowed from our hands and joined the other hands.

Here, we created our own bond. It wasn’t manipulated by another for any malevolent purposes. This was of our own choosing.

Selene watched in amusement. This wasn’t her ideal bond that she created. But I’m sure she was impressed that a simple mortal like me could accomplish such a feat.

As the light continued, my heart began to beat quicker. Then, it slowed. I could also feel Louis’ heart, beating exactly in sync with mine.

Our heartbeat’s rhythms flowed like smooth poetry spoken from our souls. Not only that, but I could now smell honey.

‘How much I miss this.’

I heard Louis’ thoughts.

‘It worked.’ I said.

Louis cried. When the lights all turned powerful and even colored, we stepped back and saw that our trail stayed in place.

Just like our journey, it wasn’t simple and straight. There were bumps in the road that required our use to fix it.

“I will say, such a union is rare.”

We glanced at Selene.

“Nevertheless, I am proud of you both. You have proven to be valiant.”

She raised her arms in the air and chanted something.

“I have given my blessing to the Fates, who will now respect your union.”

Louis hugged me close.

“Can we go home now?” I asked.

Selene chuckled before nodding. Louis and I kissed once again before everything turned dark.

This time, I didn’t dream of gods or titans. Merely, I slept. I needed all that sleep after dramatic days.

And honestly, I knew I was sleeping next to Louis. That’s why it felt so good.

38

Dawson Carlyle

Finally, I had to wake up. I didn’t even want to, but my body must’ve gotten tired of me lying around too much.

“He’s opening his eyes!”

I opened them slowly and saw I was back in the infirmary. Louis, Bernard, Etienne, and more stood around.

“Welcome back.” Marcel said.

My head hurt and my buttocks were sore. I sat up and saw Louis was tightly holding my hand.

Etienne walked over and checked on me. “All seems good. No harm to your or your baby.” He said.

Baby. That’s right, I’m having a baby. Louis was even rubbing my stomach, which had begun to grow slowly.

“Camille?” I asked, my voice raspy.

Louis shushed me and fed me water. “She’s good.” He replied.

“Silly girl snuck away.”

Marcel’s voice looked upset, but I saw his grin. He was proud of his daughter. I would be too. She probably saved us. Thank gods she didn’t listen to me.

“And my dad?” I asked.

They all became quiet. I glared at Louis.

“He’s not doing well.”

I didn’t continue sitting. I forced myself out of bed and demanded that I see my dad. After much pestering, they took me to his room.

My dad lay in his bed and was hooked on many machines. I got close and saw him turn his head to me.

“Dawson. You’re awake.”

I sat in a chair next to him and held his hand.

“Dad?” I muttered.

“Don’t worry, kid.” He coughed loudly. “I guess that bastard wanted me to die too.”

He wasn’t just stabbed. There were black marks all over his body like what Louis the Elder had. He must’ve infected my dad, knowing his mortal human body wouldn’t withstand it.

“You did amazing, dad.”

“Heh, if only I did more. Then, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

“If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve been dead!”

Dad held my hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“You did what you could.”

The machine slowed. Dad let out a tear. He glanced behind to look at Louis.

“He’s much different than his father.”

I nodded. “Yeah.” I beckoned Louis over.

Dad looked at him. “Please, treat my son properly.”

Louis nodded. “I will.”

Then, he glanced at my stomach. “Never expected to be a grandfather.”

I chuckled but still cried.

My dad and I sat together for however long until he closed his eyes. Despite not wanting him to go, I knew that he had suffered too much in this life.

I needed to let him go. It hurt, but at least Louis the Elder wouldn’t catch him in death.

Louis held me while I cried in his arms. At least this time, I got to talk to him and get the answers I needed. No longer did I feel guilty about never getting to speak to him.

The funeral process started. Louis the Elder had his own. Despite Louis’ objection, it was tradition to still give him a proper service.

But before he could be buried, the Furies arrived and stole his body. In the end, he was buried in nothing but a withered laurel crown and his long gloves.

Louis even requested for his father’s coffin to be separated from his mother so that she may not have to share her peace of death with him. And for extra measure, Louis sprinkled dried herbs on the coffin.

My dad was a different story.

While he was once mated to a Lycaon, they never officially bonded. He couldn’t be buried in the cemetery. So, I made a request.

“Is that a good idea?”

I looked at Anais and nodded. “I mean, do you really have to leave? This place has what you need and more.”

It took little to convince her after that. Anais agreed to plant her tree in a nice area with my dad buried under her.

At least I would be able to visit my dad when I wanted to. He was at peace.

“The Oracle told me of your victory.”

That was Apollo. He wasn’t lying when he said he was interested in my story.

“By the way, why’d you give me that leaf?”

“A feeling.”

I kept walking while looking at the sunlight that glowed brighter.

“By the way, some people think you’re the god of the sun.”

“Some beliefs differ. Some believe that I am the sun. Others think Helios is the actual sun and I carry him on a chariot across the sky.”

For us, Louis explained that Apollo is the god of sunlight, being able to control it, while Helios is the one who carries the sun across the sky.

“By the way, what do you think of Lore Olympus’ Apollo-”

My body became hot quickly. I stomped and yelped until the pain went away.

“Don’t ever mention that around me unless you wish to turn into a fountain.”

I grabbed my shirt. It still felt on fire. “Sorry.” I muttered.

‘Who are you talking to?’ Louis asked.

‘Apollo.’

I could feel anger rising from him. ‘Don’t let him tempt you.’

‘As if. Everyone knows how his lovers end up.’

Camille. What she did was reckless, but if she hadn’t come in time, Louis and I would be spiritually dead and his father would’ve taken over.

She seemed to be healing quickly. I expected nothing less from a girl who is favored by Maiden Athena.

“How are you feeling?” I asked her.

Camille looked up at me with her blank grey eyes. “I wish to stab something.”

“Looks like someone’s got a thirst for blood.” I pinched her cheek.

“Are you fine?” She asked.

Great, she sounds like one of those boomers.

“Uh, yeah.” I replied. Camille looked at my belly.

“I shall protect your child as well.”

“Okay…” Camille’s mother came by and picked up her daughter. “Sorry.”

“It’s… okay?”

A small owl landed on my shoulder. I turned and saw its grey eyes looking at me.

“Foolish…”

Fuck, that was Athena. I guess I have no choice but to accept Camille as my personal guardian. The owl flew away to Camille.

I placed a hand over my stomach and could already feel the baby kicking. Lisette wasn’t kidding when she said Lycaons develop quickly.

I had to sit on a bench and just watch.

The Lycaons live in such close communities. Everyone here has a role that they carry out.

Other Lycaons exist in the world. Louis has told me that most don’t live in communities but amongst humans, living their lives as normal. But they are always welcomed here.

“Dawson!”

Louis yelled my name. I turned and saw him running towards me.

He sat next to me and began rubbing his cheek on me.

“Are you tired?” He asked.

“Yeah. This baby is no joke.”

He put his ear against my stomach. “He’s going to be strong.”

We both looked at the leaves of the oak tree. Some priests of Zeus are able to decipher messages from the king of the gods just from the rustle of branches.

“Your plans are ready.”

I looked down. “Alright.”

“Are you sure you want to do that?” He asked.

I nodded. “It’s gone on too long. The Lycaons and centaurs must learn how to get along.”

Standing up, I held out my hand for him.

“So, are you going to help me?” I asked him.

Louis nodded and grabbed my hand. Instead, he picked me up easily and carried me back to the palace. Now that my legs are hurting more, I hope he’s ready to carry me more often.

39

Louis Monarch

I know Dawson has good intentions with his attempts to get the Lycaons and centaurs to be civil. However, there is just too much history that can’t be overlooked and reckoned through a simple festival.

Yet, I bit my tongue. Dawson was eager to do this, I’ll follow along.

The festival took place in the green field that was at the far end of our territory. It was great for Lycaons and centaurs to be able to run around.

Dawson was busy making sure everything was in order while I was made to sit next to Gryneus, king of the centaurs.

The satyrs played music, attempting to break the silence. A few Tritones were invited as their representatives.

“Hah, I’ve been chasing the pups all day.” Dawson came to sit next to me.

His belly was growing bigger. I was already excited for my son.

“Don’t run around too much. You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Fine.” He reclined in his seat.

Gryneus cleared his throat. “Lycaons.”

Dawson and I turned to him. Several centaurs arrived and carried a large wooden dresser.

The wood was dark and had engravings of mother-of-pearl. Gold paint created several intricate lines of leaves.

“Oh, a gift!” Dawson stood up.

“Mr. and Mr. Monarch.” Gryneus said. “I hope this can be an offer of peace between us.”

The dresser was brought over. One of the centaurs opened it and showed that it was full of all sorts of herbs and dried plants.

Despite what many believe about centaurs, they are masters as healing since Chiron was also a master of such.

“Thank you!” Dawson eagerly said.

‘Say something.’

He looked at me. I swallowed my pride and stood up. “It’s a generous gift.” I said.

Gryneus and I just looked at one another before looking away.

“My turn!” Dawson said.

‘When did you make a gift?’ I asked through the link.

‘I have a lot of free time.’

‘How come I never saw it?’

‘After our bond was finally sealed, I finally learned how to block the link whenever I wanted.’

Of course he didn’t tell me. Though, I have spied on Dawson when he doesn’t know.

Several of the children walked over, all holding a large tapestry. They unrolled it and showed a detailed constellation of Chiron. Surrounding him were several notable figures he helped, such as Herakles and Achilles.

“It is great.” Gryneus said. That would probably be one of the few nice things he had to say.

“Why don’t we dance?” Dawson suggested.

Even while pregnant and almost due, he managed to elegantly dance while inviting the centaurs to join him.

By the end of the night, when all the wine had been drunk and the musicians were chasing the nymphs, we all departed on better terms.

I wasn’t afraid to say Dawson was right. This was definitely a good use of time.

Dawson asked me to rub his feet while he relaxed.

“Want to know what I’m craving?” He asked.

“What?”

“Coffee…”

“You know that-”

“I know.” He giggled. “I miss it. But I’m also craving macarons.”

“I can have some delivered.”

I sat between his legs and kissed his thighs.

“I’ll get you whatever you want. Name it, and it’s yours.”

Dawson rubbed my hair while I kept kissing him. I brought my hand to his stomach and felt it. Our child was slightly moving around.

“He’s strong.”

“Well, duh. He takes after his dad.” Dawson said.

“Nah, he takes after his other dad.” I replied.

Dawson has come face-to-face with all sorts of dangers and has met with many gods. Through it all, he’s remained strong and came through it.

He doesn’t need me to protect him. But, I still will. It is only my nature to protect my mate and child.

“Are you tired?” I asked as Dawson yawned.

“Yeah…” His eyes began drooping.

I laid next to him and held him close. He smelled of strong honey. However, it was also now starting to smell of something different.

It was woody, not like oak. The smell was stronger.

“Night.” Dawson said.

“Goodnight, my love.” I replied.

It went like that for a while. I carried my work while Dawson reclined as the due date arrived closer.

When three months were almost up, I couldn’t stop looking through the link and seeing Dawson.

“Louis, calm down.” Marcel told me.

“Shut up, man!” Francois said. “He’s excited for his child. You know? Our future boss.”

Marcel grumbled. “I wasn’t like that .”

Corinne then chuckled. “You sobbed when Charlette went into labor.”

I couldn’t focus as I kept contemplating if I should stand up and leave to be with Dawson.

But I’m sure he’ll call me when the time is ready. He is due to give birth at any minute.

“Guess what?” Jean burst through the door.

I stood quickly. “Is it Dawson?” I asked.

“Huh? No. The chefs made kouign-amann.” He brought a plate of them.

Marcel rubbed my back to comfort me. Everyone knew I was nervous and just waiting.

What if something goes wrong? What if our bond wasn’t as secured as we thought and it hurts our baby?

These thoughts have kept me up and only worried me more. Dawson is both male and human. It would’ve already been too difficult for him to come with child.

“While we wait, how about we go over your son’s assets? He’s got a lot to do the moment he’s born.” Lucilla said.

Right, I could do that. My work still won’t end after my son is born. In fact, I’ll have to work twice as hard.

Monarch men are known to be able to speak English, French, and Brezhoneg by the age of three. He must learn how to sign his own name at four. And he should already know how to become a wolf by command at five.

“Mr. Monarch!”

The door opened and Lisette stood there panting.

“What is it?” I asked, standing up.

“Dawson is in labor!”

I was so worried about my son’s future that I forgot to check on my mate. I dropped everything and ran to the infirmary.

“Where is he?” I shouted.

Etienne signaled me to a private room. I saw Dawson laying in a bed, his face sweaty.

“Ah!” He grunted. “Louis!”

I ran to his side and held his hands tightly. His nails dug into my palm.

“It… It hurts!”

“I’m here, my love.” I pushed his sweaty hair back.

Bernard arrived quickly. He looked at Dawson.

“I have made an offering to Eileithyia and Hera.” He spoke.

“You hear that? The gods shall bless us, my love.” I said.

Dawson growled. “That’s not really… helping!” He let out a shout.

The doctors kept instructing Dawson to keep pushing. I could feel a bit of his pain. My body chose to share his pain. My stomach too began to hurt.

It seemed to help Dawson, sharing what he was feeling.

“You’re almost there, Dawson.” Etienne said.

“This damn baby!” Dawson bit his lip, blood coming out. “Hurry up…”

The final push felt like hours. Lycaon kings are known to be strong at birth. This one seemed to be stubborn. Like Dawson.

Dawson grunted one more time, then the sound of crying. I kept holding Dawson’s hand as we looked at the doctors.

“Louis…” He panted.

“You did amazing, my love.” I kissed his forehead.

The doctors brought over our child. A small boy wrapped in a soft blanket. He had dark hair like mine.

“Look, he’s moving a lot.” Dawson chuckled, cradling our son.

I brought my finger and watched as my son already grabbed it firmly.

“He’s strong.”

“Just like his dad.” Dawson said.

He was breathing heavily. Our son was taken while they cleaned. I stood by Dawson as he slowly went to sleep.

“Sleep now, my love. You had a long day.”

Dawson grabbed my hand. “You too.” He muttered.

It was nearing midnight. Dawson and I slept in bed while our child was in his own bed.

We hadn’t figured out a name yet. I wanted it to be something special. Something that would make sense for what he had been through.

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40

Dawson Carlyle

The smell of honey wasn’t that strong.

“Louis!” I shouted, entering the living room. He wasn’t here.

I then walked into the kitchen.

“Have you seen Louis?” I asked Anais.

She looked behind me. Her face was stuffed with pastries made this morning.

“Uh, no…”

“Alright then.” I walked away.

Damn Louis. He shut off his link to prevent me from seeing him. And I knew he had our son.

“Marcel!” I shouted. He turned around.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Have you seen Louis?” I asked.

“Uh, no?” He looked away.

“Marcel…”

“Ha, fine.” He pointed down the hall. “He’s in his office.”

I walked over. The smell of honey got stronger. Then, there was also the smell of cedar. I knew they were here.

Not bothering to knock, I burst in and saw Louis on the floor and watching our son crawl around.

“Louis!”

My son heard my voice and began to crawl towards me while giggling.

“Ah, Dawson! Mon amour!” Louis got up first and kissed me. I pushed him away and bent down to pick up my son.

“What did you do to Aubert? His clothes are a mess.” I fixed my son’s sleeves and socks.

“It wasn’t my fault. He’s a fast one. I’m sure he’s going to start walking at five months.”

The best thing about raising a Lycaon? They develop quickly. I won’t have to be stuck with diapers and loud crying for much longer.

Louis had transformed his father’s old office to his taste. Gone were the golden crowns. They were replaced with photos of our family.

“I think Aube could use some new clothes.”

“Louis, we just bought some.” I said.

“Only the best for my best.” He pinched Aube’s cheeks.

Aube giggled and held onto Louis’ finger. He’s a really good dad.

“So, there’s something I needed to tell you.”

“Yeah?”

Aube was chewing on Louis’ finger.

“My mom wants to visit again.” I said. “What do we do about Aube?”

“Show him off.” Louis replied. “He’s our son and deserves to be known as Monarch-Carlyle to the rest of his kin.”

My mom was already skeptical about me moving in with a stranger. She doesn’t know that we’re married or that we have a child together.

“You don’t have to show Aube off. We can leave him with the caretakers.”

I looked at our son. He had Louis’ black hair and my green eyes. He’s curious, strong, and stubborn. I mean, he’s perfect.

“My mom’s going to be pissed.”

“I’m sure she’ll fall in love with him.”

Back to the fake home we returned. It was fixed up again and Louis and I had to play the normal-couple life.

“You do know your family will one day find out, right?”

“Shut up, Apollo.” I said, then quickly apologizing.

“Good luck.”

He still comes by occasionally just to check on me. Louis is excited that my patron god is Apollo himself, one of the Twelve Olympians.

“They’re here.” Louis said. He stood back while I fixed my shirt and opened the door.

“Mom!”

I ran and hugged her. I greeted my step dad and picked up my little sister.

“Dawson! My tooth fell out!”

“That’s good.” I tickled her. “Did you place it under your pillow?”

“Nah. I made papa get me McDonald’s instead.”

My mom cleared her throat. “So, where is he?” She asked. Her face didn’t seem to be too upset.

“He’s inside.” I said.

Louis was inside, standing perfectly still. My sister ran to him and hugged his legs.

“Mr. Wolf!” She chuckled. Louis touched her head softly.

‘Speak.’ I said.

He cleared his throat. “It is a pleasure to see you again.” My step dad gave him a handshake. My mom just nodded at him.

“I see the house is relatively clean.” Mom began looking around.

Louis kept his mouth shut. I knew he didn’t want to say anything strange again.

We all sat in the living room, quiet. Mom kept glaring at Louis while I spoke to my step dad.

“Hey, did you hear that?”

“What?” My mom asked.

“I think I heard a child crying.”

Louis and I looked at one another. Thanks to Lycaons developing fast, Aube was able to crawl out of his bed and enter the living room. Louis quickly picked him up.

“Ah,” I stuttered.

“A child?” Mom asked. “You two have a child!”

“I know it looks crazy-”

“It is!”

My sister didn’t care and simply walked over to Aube and began looking at him.

“Mama! He’s so cute!”

While my family was busy with the baby, mom pulled me aside to speak to me privately.

“Dawson, are you okay?” She touched my forehead. “You aren’t going… crazy, right?”

“What? No!” I sighed loudly. “I can’t explain it, but Louis and I love each other very much.”

Even in our phone calls, I can tell she’s worried about my safety. However, Louis has not hurt me.

If she were to ever find out about all the things that have happened to me, I’m sure she would have dragged me back home.

“Why don’t you hold our child?” I asked.

“I don’t know…”

“Please?” I asked.

She agreed after much convincing. I brought in Aube and let her hold him. She looked at him while Aube giggled and held her finger.

“He has your eyes.” Mom said. “How?”

“Uh…” I looked away. “Coincidence.”

“What’s his name?”

“Aubert.” I replied. “But we call him Aube, for short.”

“Aubert.” Mom muttered, looking at my son.

‘How is she handling it?’

‘She seems fine, I think.’

Aube was growing quickly for his age. In a few weeks, he should already learn how to walk. Currently he’s at the age when he’ll grow into a wolf pup.

Lycaons don’t know how to properly transform early in life. It takes years to master how to shift by command.

“He is cute.”

“You’re a grandmother. You know that, right?”

Mom sighed. “I’m still young.”

“Then you can be a cool grandma.” I replied.

Louis and I set off to make lunch while my family watched my son. They watched him crawl around the floor and grab things, even though he was still pretty young.

“I think they’re falling in love with him.” Louis said.

“How could they not? Aube is perfect.”

He kissed my head. “The most perfect.”

I looked out the window and focused on the playground that was added. It felt weird to have it since Aube is only a baby.

“Now that you have a son, you’re not going to go into rut again, right?” I asked.

“Sweet love of my life.” Louis chuckled. “It will still come. But now only for pleasure.”

My body shivered. That night when Louis went into rut… Sometimes, I can still feel him.

“Oh my God!”

Mom shouted. Louis and I stopped cooking and ran to the living room.

My sister was crying, my step dad was panicking, and my mom was kneeling on the floor.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I don’t know!”

She held up the blanket. Aube wasn’t there. Or, he was. But he wasn’t in baby-form. Instead, a single black pup lay in the blanket.

“Arf!”

Louis’ eyes lit up.

“He did it!”

He took Aube from my mother and began to play with his son’s fur.

“Louis!” I shouted. He stopped parading our son around and turned to my family.

“Oh,” He muttered.

I turned to my mom and placed an arm around her.

“Um, I should explain.”

“Why did your son turn into a fucking dog!” Mom shouted.

“He’s not a dog. He’s a wolf.” I said.

Louis placed Aube on the floor to let him walk around. Surprisingly, my sister didn’t seem to mind and began to follow him around.

Explaining to my family about the Greeks gods being real, magical creatures running around, and Louis being a Lycaon wasn’t how I planned to spend the day.

“Cool.” My step dad said.

“Marcus!” Mom scolded him. “So, God, the Bible…”

I shrugged. “Uh, free will?”

“And Louis is your mate?”

Louis nodded. “For life.”

Mom wanted to pass out. I felt the same way when I first discovered everything. So, we let them to gather their thoughts.

“They’ll be fine.” Louis told me.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“You seemed to handle it fine. Have faith in them.”

“And what if they don’t and tell people?”

“I guess the gods will strike them down.”

“What?”

I turned and saw mom spying on us.

It was going to be a long day. But by the end, I hoped they would know a little more. At least we no longer had to hide this secret now.

Plus, mom seemed to love Aube more. I just don’t know how to break it to her that I was the one that gave birth to him…

Epilogue

Dawson Carlyle

I finished up the remaining documents and could finally set my pen down. My fingers cracked just from flexing them.

“Dada!”

My arms opened and Aube walked into my arms. He rubbed his nose on my neck, allowing for the scent of cedar to come.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

“Papa!”

“He’ll be back soon.” I carried him while walking out of the office.

“Where are you taking the little one?” Charlette asked me. She held Camille’s hand tightly. I replied to her.

The little girl looked at me, then at Aube. Her hands reached for her sword until the owl on her shoulder hooted, causing her to stop.

Aube giggled, kicking his legs eagerly. I kept walking past several portraits of old Monarch family members. The newest one was only commissioned a week ago and was already put up.

Louis and I sat happily with Aube between us. The perfect way to capture our family.

‘Louis! Where are you?’

He didn’t reply through the link. He must have blocked me at the moment for whatever reason.

“Papa?”

“Your dad will be back soon.” I told Aube.

I caught up to Lucille roaming through the halls.

“Is Lazarus back yet?” She asked me.

Louis Lazarus. That’s the name he’s been given. It has to do with the story of him almost dying and coming back.

It was either that or Louis the Late because he didn’t meet his mate until he was in his mid-twenties.

“It seems your mate is missing.”

“Hey, you’re a sun god. Mind if you tell me where my mate is?” I asked Apollo.

He simply chuckled.

“I cannot. But do not worry, your mate is definitely safe.”

Lord Apollo, in the most respectful way, seems to just be interested in my love life. I can feel him watching me whenever Louis and I are doting on Aube and when, at night, we…

“How’s my grandson?”

Mom walked towards me and held out her arms. I passed Aube over and he started playing with my mom’s hair.

“I’m waiting for Louis to get home. Aube misses him.”

“My little grand baby.” Mom cooed. “You miss papa? You miss papa?”

Learning about this world took a while for my mom to understand. However, she came around to it. She was able to pick it up better after seeing it with her own eyes.

“Where’s Marcus?”

“He took Rosa to visit the ‘goat-men.’”

“Satyrs.” I corrected her.

“Right, satyrs.”

She looked around until her eyes landed on a small statue of a hand. Placed on the middle finger was the silver ring I once wore.

Louis agreed that we’d have it here instead of under the temple so it can be closer to me.

“So, he’s not gone, right?” Mom asked.

“From this world, he is. But his soul will live on in the Underworld.”

At least he isn’t suffering. I couldn’t imagine what my dad went through in his final moments. Being at the hands of such an evil man, I saw the pain in his eyes.

“I wish your dad had at least told me a bit.”

“Well, would you have believed him?” I asked her.

“Probably not. I always thought he was crazy.”

And I always thought he didn’t love me. How wrong I was. But in those few moments he was still with me, I at least got to tell him so.

I took Aube back and waited downstairs. Louis was nearby. I could smell the honey scent.

“Papa!”

Standing at the entrance was Louis. His eyes lit up as he looked at me and Aube.

“Wait.” Louis said. He slicked his hair back. “Let him come to me.”

“Louis, he’s still young-”

“Mon amour, I know he can do it. Trust me.”

I was worried, then remembered Aube is Lycaon. He’ll be fine. I placed him on the floor and watched as he tried to hold balance.

“Aubert.” Louis said.

Aube looked at his dad and began smiling. He placed one foot forward, then the next. It wasn’t the first time he walked, but it was still exciting to see it.

“I think that’s far enough-”

“No, mon amour.” Louis bent down with his arms open.

A few more steps and Aube entered Louis’ open arms. Louis had a satisfied smile.

“I knew it.”

“Jerk.” I said. He turned and grabbed something from behind him.

Louis handed me a bouquet of white lilies.

“Still a jerk?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes.”

Louis then led us outside. He got on all forms and turned into his wolf-form. His large body was warm and soft to the touch.

‘Hop on.’

I placed Aube on my chest. He instinctively grabbed onto Louis’ fur tightly.

Louis began running at a moderate speed, passing through the grounds of all the territory. He passed through woods and guard posts until we reached to that meadow he brought me to once.

Spring has arrived. Queen Persephone was reunited with her mother, and the earth saw their union blossom.

“So fresh.” I took in the smell of flowers.

Louis walked onto the grass and sat down. I placed myself and Aube to lean against Louis’ back.

“This would be a great place to let Aube run around.”

‘I agree.’

My hand scratched Louis’ head.

“I love you, Louis.”

Loving a Lycaon was strange. They believe in matches predestined the moment they are born. For many, it’s a union that is guaranteed.

Louis and I weren’t. Our union was altered many times, and it turned into something amazing. He could’ve rejected me for another Lycaon that would’ve understood his lifestyle more.

But he kept me. Just like how I kept him.

“Would you do anything for me?” I asked Louis.

‘Of course, my love.’

I nodded and let Aube walk around. He sometimes stumbled on the floor. But he always came back up and continued walking.

The passion of Louis. I knew it when I saw it.

Aube returned in wolf-form. He snuggled against me and Louis and began to snore.

‘Go to sleep.’ Louis told me.

“Who’s going to watch out?”

’Me. I will always protect you both.“

Louis licked my face. I placed a kiss on his snout and nodded.

“Wake me when it’s dusk.”

‘Of course, my love. You deserve everything that’s fair.’

In the sky, I watched as the sun began to head west. Night would come soon, then another day after that.

As finite as it seemed, I hope none of this ever stops.

Perhaps one day I’ll tell Aubert about our story. How we defied fate, arranged it ourselves, spoke to gods and used their help. For not even death could stop us.

And if he asks for proof, I’ll point to a mirror or show him my silver ring.

THE END

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