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“Lycanthra has been a kingdom of werewolves for so many years, there have been wars and division so many times but none of them compared to the Triskelet Wars”

Rhydian started as he sat on the bed and ran his hand through his hair looking like a defeated demigod.

“The Triskelet Wars?” I asked, confused as I never heard of these wars even though I lived around the borders of Lycanthra all my life.

“Yes, the wars between werewolves and hybrids happened over 3 generations ago” he replied and I nodded with understanding that I hadn't even been born then.

“Eldrun was the city of werewolves, and the hybrids lived on the other lands, spanning into the forests and other parts of the whole continent, they were free beings, they never liked moving in packs or liked being confined to certain places over a stretch of time”

he said and paused for a while standing up and walking through the room towards the space that leads to the balcony, there he stood with the moon shining its light on his perfectly chiseled body.

And his mismatched eyes stared into blank space as he continued speaking.

“Rhydo was the king of Eldrun, Alpha of the werewolves..and just like his father and grandfather, he paid tribute to the Hybrids to maintain the peace in his lands, and everyone was happy until the Hybrids decided that the tribute of 30 weights of gold and silver was no longer enough for them”

“Division started, and the werewolves felt the impact more, and after six long months the tribute was increased significantly to satisfy the hybrids and peace reigned” he said staring into blank space, and I was forced to ask;

“What then caused the war?” Curiosity was already clawing at me.

“Love caused the war, forbidden love between two people that should never have been” he replied, and I felt the temperature in the room drop, his voice and aura darkened which signaled that this was the true story of what happened to make him this way.

“Rhydo fell in love with a hybrid and her name was Amaya. She was beautiful and the daughter of the leader of the hybrids. They started as friends and in no time they were in love with each other and had sworn a blood covenant to never depart from each other's hearts as long as they both lived”

“The leader of the Hybrids found out about this and blamed Rhydo for wanting to take over his people and his lands and he asked that they fight for it. The hybrids are faster, stronger, and even more inhumane but they were divided, most of them were so far away, and some living amongst humans that they barely heard of the war their leader called for.

The werewolves battled the hybrid for two days straight and they had a chance of winning, and the hybrids knew this so they played dirty”

“They summoned a sorcerer, one that could harness the power of hell and the underworld, and they resurrected something that walked this earth a thousand years ago that took a great power to seal in hell, The four horsemen of hell”

I felt my heart skip a beat, I had read about these horsemen in a novel in the old library in my hometown, they were the literal form of the apocalypse.

They had ridden the earth bringing chaos in their way, the horsemen of death, war, pestilence, and deceit.

“They went to war against the werewolves, and in just one day, Eldrun lost 5,000 pack members and fell to its feet. Rhydo couldn’t keep seeing his people die, so he rode out alone with hopes that the gods and the heavens were behind him, he hoped to kill the horsemen.

He tried his best but they were stronger than he was, they struck him down with their sword, but he did the same to the horseman of death..and while they lay side by side their blood mixed and the earth took note, so did the other elements of life”

“One body, two souls, three bloodlines” I said in a whisper, totally understanding what that meant now.

“Rhydo was the body,”

He paused, then continued.

“Within him lived two souls, his and that of his wolf”

My heart clenched and I had to force the words out of my mouth.

“And the blood?” I asked.

“The three bloodlines were his, Amaya’s and one of the horsemen” he said.

“Then why is it called the Triskelet war?” I did not fully understand the reason behind the name.

“The Triskelet prophecy said that for an Alpha to truly become invincible, he must sacrifice his humanity and become a beast, he must sacrifice his mating rights and become one with the Triskelet.

He must have one body, two souls, and three bloodlines.

And if there comes a time he decides he no longer wants to be alone, he will find a mate and will never find one to truly love him, except a pure blooded hybrid, with the mark of the moon and the triskelet in her blood and body”

he concluded, saying each word with precision as it was meant to sink into my head to understand, and it did just that.

“What happened to Rhydo in the end?” I asked, obviously worried and sad about everything.

He kept staring into the moon, and he turned to look at me with an unexplainable look in his eyes, and a death stare that can send shivers down anyone’s spine.

“He stands right before you”