CHAPTER 1 PROLOGUE. A young lady who shone so brightly was sitting on a white chariot. Her silky long flowing hair is beautified with a moon shaped crown. The silver dress that she wore illuminated her surroundings as her body radiated the moonlight. She was Rhea, the moon goddess. In front of her laid a Lycan with a very muscular body marred with newly bad bruises and batters. His eyes were like a substitute of blood, very red tinted with rage and spite. As much as he had a very remarkable healing ability, the wolfsbane slowed down the healing process. A wolfsbane is a liquid, silver in color that can weaken a werewolf. "This isn't over..." Goddess Rhea's voice echoed in his head, ringing so loud like a mysterious instrument. Behind them was the aftermath of war. Bodies of different kinds were laying on the ground coupled with their over flowing rivers of blood. "They are still after you, they are alive. Alive but weak" Goddess Rhea continued. She looked down
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