- I'm glad that all this is over - one of the youngest sorcerers happily expressed, that made everyone come out of their astonishment and confusion.
Dylan and Selene look at each other, she looks at him worried and confused - What has you worried about? - Dylan asks confused, while Selene looks at everyone with an apologetic look for everything she did and for her attitude towards them.
Supernatural beings are curious about the response that the empress is going to give about her concern.
- It's not over, - he sighs heavily - just this begins - he makes a silver circle in the air and draws werewolves and a castle inside the circle and in front of the werewolves he draws a man who is giving orders to the werewolves - and I no longer have control of all the werewolves, they have already chosen their new leader.
- How, if you are the empress of the werewolves? - Asked the queen of sirens, with a serious look and distrust towards the empress.
- I am, - sighs Selene - I am still the empress, - she closes her eyes from fatigue - I apologize for everything I did to them, I know I have no justification and I understand that some hate me and others want to kill me ... - said that Dylan turns his gaze and grasps Erika's hand tightly, makes the fairy pull the black blade knife with metallic blue engravings, in those engravings it says Ut amor et mori mori est caritas (To love is to die and to die is to love)
No one spoke and they moved so little from their places, the environment is thick and silent, the fairy Erika is whiter than normal, she did not believe that the alpha Dylan saw her and stopped her, she thought that the Alpha was going to allow him to let her kill to Empress Olivia, but she never imagined that the Alpha would take care of her Mate.
Dylan looks at her angrily - What are you doing? - He asks in an Alpha voice, the fairy shudders and looks at him with fear.
Olivia puts her hand on her partner's shoulder, Dylan looks at her, she shakes her head, he sighs and calms down, he lets go of the fairy's hand. The fairy backs away.
-Erika go with the queen of the fairies - Olivia demands calmly, while she reassures Dylan, the fairy does not pretend and goes with the queen of the fairies.
Dylan hugs her and whispers in Olivia's ear - I'm glad you're the same - Dylan smiles a little tiredly - but we have to talk alone - she demands, Selene whispers a yes, they stop hugging.
- The only thing I'm going to tell you is to prepare for the worst - Oliva speaks seriously - that's all I wanted to mention to you.
-I'll retire - she mentions, she walks towards where Dylan's scent comes from.
Dylan looks at them - don't even think about killing her, I'll take care of Olivia - that said, he leaves there and walks to his tent. He walks next to her Dylan's mother Sofia, they enter the tent.
- Now tell me what's really going to happen - Dylan demands, Olivia looks at him.
"My people know and agree on what they are really doing," Olivia declares, Dylan looks at her in confusion.
- Do I want you to explain well what you just mentioned to me? - He looks at her seriously, Selene sighs.
- What I'm trying to say is that when I was in the dark recently, I realized that werewolves know what they are doing, but they don't care, I only bring out what they really are, the older the man is wolf are the ones who have more darkness and more hatred in their hearts, it could be said that I only gave them a little push so that they were free from their own cage that they build over the years, I stopped controlling them after two months, everything what they do is by their decision, I just give the orders, they decide whether to follow it or not, - Selene looks at him tiredly, Dylan is surprised at what Selene mentioned - there were massacres that I never ordered them to do, I tried to speak with you…
- And why didn't you mention it to me? - Dylan asks angrily.
- Could not
- I hate that you never tell me what is really happening, you always stay quiet and make yourself know nothing - Dylan sighs loudly, closes his eyes - forget it, continue with your story.
- Forgive me, but I have to - Olivia apologizes, Dylan looks at her sadly.
-There is Selene, my beautiful Selene you will never change - he speaks tired and annoyed.
- Don't say that, maybe in the future I can change, - Selene shrugs her shoulders and gives him an innocent smile - the future is not very well written.
- It's okay…. - Dylan answers confused.
The white queen tells him what was really happening and how she accepted the darkness without opposing it, Dylan looks older and no longer has that freshness in his aura, rather he has that air of old age and fatigue, his eyes are They feel heavy, but still listen to everything Olivia is talking about.
Dylan closes his eyes wearily when Olivia finishes recounting everything - And who is the person who is leading the werewolves? - Dylan asks Olivia after two minutes of silence, Olivia looks at him and answers.
"The god of war," she sighs heavily, "is one of my brothers.
In the castle of Empress Selene are all the werewolves, looking at the new leader, the god of war sees his slaves. He doesn't care what happens to werewolves, what matters to him is the blood running, he doesn't care if it's from an innocent or a great sinner, what he loves is war, for that reason he became the god of war and for being the son of one of the gods who became a legend in the world of gods and in the supernatural world, for his ambition to see blood flow, so he chose werewolves before for her sister to go back to doing what she really is, a sweet and kind person, who would always choose the bullet before sacrificing one of her own.
Look at all the 500 paintings that are in one of the rooms on the second floor of the castle. Each painting is a memory of each emperor who ruled the werewolves, who are well known as the white kings.
Enter the beta emperor without knocking on the door, the god of war looks at him curious - What is offered to you? - Asks the god of war when he walks towards where he is.
- The white queen is no longer a dark one - announces the beta emperor.
- I know - sighs the god of war.
-How does he know? - asks the beta emperor confused.
- All the gods have a special connection, that connection is unbreakable, nobody has been able to remove it, even if one of the gods is punished, they never remove the connection of the gods, it is like our personal punishment
- And how is that connection of the gods used? - asks the beta emperor
- It is not easy to use, you have to have a great concentration to look for a god or to know what he is doing - answers the god of war with a lost look - when a god makes the connection with a brother, that god has to being in a room full of silence and being alone or has to be in a coma, is when you can search or know what is happening through the eyes of the god
He pauses for a long time and comes out of his thoughts, looks at the beta emperor, the beta emperor doesn't say anything, he just keeps thinking about how confusing the connection of the gods is.
- There are some who make that connection without having to lock themselves in, - the god of war breaks the silence, removing the beta emperor from his thoughts - for example ... Selene and I, we are one of the strongest gods, there are more like her and I know how to do that without having to lock themselves in a room.
- And what are these gods like? - asks the curious beta.
The god of war looks at him curiously - they are more miserable than Selene and I, never mess with them, they are gods with a tender look, but with wolf skin, they are rapacious and bloodthirsty, you all think that Selene and I are terrible, they beat us ... - interrupts the beta emperor.
- How bad are they? - He asks without believing it.
The god laughs and looks at him seriously - Selene has not been able to win against the god of Iran, that god has ruined Selene's life, and me - the god of war swallows bitterly, that surprises the beta - is the goddess from the sea, she has her soul more rotten than mine, she does not leave me alone, she wants me to be humiliated and ashamed in front of the supreme god - the face of the god of war is one of bitterness and contained anger.