Recap
Third person.
•The sacrifices of the 12 chosen witches was made, and in consequence there they sat. Gathered together. Plotting and planning their refutation. The Furies. The three goddesses of vengeance, Tisiphone, the avenger of murder, Megaera, the jealous one, and Alecto, the one with constant anger.
They were traitors to the Olympians. Helping the witches and in return, the witches would free them from the prison world.
The witches preformed a sacrifice, when they decided that they needed the furies by their side to fight Aries and his followers. Little did they know that Aries, was the god of war. He could not be defeated. But the furies had a plan. If Ares could not be defeated, then he could surely be convinced into surrender.
Tisiphone slit her palm with a curved dagger, dripping blood over a hexagon shaped engravement lined with gold with a star engraved in the middle. Megaera & Alecto were next.
Each of the three angles filled with their blood flowed into the three empty other angles. They held hands, chanting loudly in Greek.
The earth rumbled beneath them, and suddenly, there they were. Skin and flesh, smiling, vindictively.
The Fates.
Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos.•
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Ariel
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Is that even possible?
Is he for real?
Oooo, we're with an older maaan. My wolf chimed in squealing with joy.
I mentally face-palmed as i stared at Aries.
Play it cool.
Pretend there's nothing wrong.
He's still my mate.
That's not weird at all.
My grandpa is younger than him!
It's okay. Really. It's fine.
I opened my mouth to speak. But no words came out. I closed it again, then tried to think of something else to say, and opened my mouth once more. Again, nothing. I closed it and looked at Hermes then looked back at Aries.
I realised i looked like a fish.
Say something! My wolf yelled.
Like what? I growled.
Anything! She retorted.
I plastered an awkward smile on my face, and tried to wiggle my eyebrows at him while making an 'ooooo' sound, "Someonnnnne's old," i said, poking him in the arm.
Aries stared at me.
It was awkward.
Someone's old! Seriously! My wolf scolded in my head.
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Aries
Werewolf"Aries." A name that sent chills down the spines of every man that lived to tell. He's charming for sure, has a twinkle in his eyes that can only be described as warmth hotter than sunlight on amber, but don't let that glimmer fool you. For the war...
