Eighteen years ago
Werewolf castle
The atmosphere was beutiful. The winds were whistling happily just like everyone who was in the castle. There was a lot to be happy for. Maybe it was because of their large harvests, or because their sales were doing well, or maybe because the next full moon would be in a few days.
Everyone looked happy and rightfully so.
Today the heirs had been born, and their birthdays would be celebrated in a few hours as was the custom. The message had been passed on to every pack in the world. This was the best news they had heard in a long while.
It was a miracle for the heirs to be born on the same day. Normally they would be born a few days apart or even a few years apart. But this time they were born on the same day. It had to mean something.
The moon goddess was smiling down at her people. She felt proud of them. They had been well behaved over the years and so she decided to give them something that could make them even happier. It was something only she would be able to do.
The werewolves were excited, but none more than the king, and queen who felt like they had played their part in the development of the nation.
They had saved the werewolves for a long time, and even though they were not ready to leave, they knew twenty years was enough time to be ready for retirement. They were proud to have witnessed this very rare moment in history.
The kingdom was happy.
The aura around the castle was sure and lovely.
In twenty years, the new rulers would have been prepared and trained in the best way possible. They would be ready to take over the reign, and if they were lucky enough to be soulmates, then the werewolf rule would be peaceful.
The moon goddess wouldn't be harsh on her people, her favorite creation, not that she had any other creation. This was a time when the rogues were never heard of. They would only be read of in books, but that's because the books were parts of myths. Myths that would be taught to the kids so they would not be terrible people.
They were taught the importance of a pack, and they believed in it. They understood that lone wolves were easily taken out. They knew that so well, and that's why neither of the people wanted to be lone wolves. Despite interacting with the humans, their relations were okay.
Today was a big day for everyone.
The birth of these kids meant a lot to the werewolf world. Their reign would be different. That's what the warlocks had said. That the kids were special and had to be treated with utmost care.
A few hours old, and the world was already excited for them.
The decorations at the palace were beautiful. It almost felt like a wedding ceremony, but that wasn't the case, even though it almost was.
By evening, the guests had started arriving. The wolves who were expected were at least five thousand. That was just how much this event meant to the people. Everyone was happy. The party was so beautiful, and everyone was bound to enjoy it.
When the clock struck eight in the night, the doors to the party were officially opened. Everyone was allowed to interact with the others. The throne room was also open, and the kids were laid there for the visitors, and everyone to see.
It was a sight to behold.
The warlocks had put the kids to sleep, considering the party was obviously going to be noisy., and so they lay there, right between the alpha king, and the queen of werewolves. In the safest place in the world. Away from any danger.
At around midnight, just when the party was at its peak, the unexpected happened.
The palace was under attack.
Screams and commands could be heard.
Cries of help and shouts of mercy could be heard.
Bodies falling and werewolves howling out in pain was the order of the night.
The first instinct was to close the throne room, but that was not possible, especially with the number of people there. The hunters and the rogues were attacking the castle. How they had gotten in was beyond anyone's imagination, but with five thousand people in one place, a lot was bound to happen.
Even the unexpected.
The children and women were taken to safety, but then the room they were placed in was blown up, reducing everything to ashes.
Wolves were fighting their fellow wolves.
Hunters were killing the wolves, and the wolves were killing the hunters.
It was a crude scene, especially for children who had just been born. Their mothers were still weak, but that didn't stop the attackers from murdering the women. It was all so chaotic. The throne room that had once been a safe place was now littered with dead wolves and humans.
Everyone had wanted to see the children, but not everyone wanted them to live. That was what the attack was about. They wanted to kill the future rulers so they would rule the wolf nation themselves. That's why they were here, and the children being in the open like that was their chance.
They should have waited for a little while before attacking. They should have been considerate about the rare occurrence, but when greed mixes with a lust for power, even the best people become monsters.
With everyone almost dead, the attackers aimed at the king, and queen, but more specifically, the bundles of joy that were between them.
Hera and Hermes were sleeping soundly despite the chaos that was surrounding them.
Neither of them was aware of how much power they had, but that was expected, considering they were just twelve hours old. With the castle turning into a blood pool, the guards had to protect the rulers, both for the present, and the future.
And they had to protect them with their lives.