He steps closer to them, his body is built like a God, but they know he isn't one. He has scars on his chest, his hair is long and untamed, and he looks like a wild animal.
Zagreus steps forward, "I'm Zagreus, son of Hades. Who are you?" Zagreus has one hand on his sword, ready to swing at a moment's notice.
The man begins to laugh, his voice low and menacing. "I am a werewolf," he says. "We have been hunting for food to feed my pack." He takes a step closer, his eyes glinting in the moonlight. "But with you here, we can agree about how to feed us both."
Gabriel steps forward, his wooden arm flexing with resolve. "We don't want any trouble," he says. "We're just trying to protect ourselves and our home, and maybe there's a way we can all coexist peacefully."
The werewolf sneers, his eyes darting between the three of them. "I don't think so," he says. "We need food, and you look like a pretty tasty meal to me."
