searched out his grandmother Gaea to help him find a place where neither mortal or gods can touch were he and his people would be safe she helped him create this place over the years he would go to the human world and seek others in need of protection and shelter as the years passed he came back less and less the last time he was here he passed on his power to create new werewolves to his son your great grandfather many years later he would go to seek his father after a few decades he would return with a few new refugees and a mate one of the last surviving wolves of the human world but they were not alone they had a child your grandfather he was born in the human world as he grew he would sometimes sneak to that world for you see we can pass as them if we suppress our power we are weaker but they can’t tell what we are he was warned many times but only a few years before he was to come of age he was caught or more like betrayed by one of his close friend victor his father Ambrogio was the first vampire he was cursed by the gods victor his only son is now our king as it turns out they wanted the power our family had victor was always telling your grandfather if he was the ruler of this land how he would do things and when your grandfather told him what he was doing victor told his father and they set up an ambush and caught him. My father’s eyes started to water, he wiped away the tears and continued. Once they had him Ambrogio called for his father under the pretense of friendship because it was against the law to cross over without the council's permission, so he agreed hoping to keep this quiet, so his son would not be punished, and they attacked him and killed him. With his death, the vampires would now be some of the most powerful beings here, but they knew they couldn't just kill him they had to find a way to take power so with him gone your grandfather couldn’t become a full wolf, so they gave him a choice… my father started crying and laughing. I was very confused and had never seen him like this. He asked me, “Do you know the two options he was given”? I of course had no idea, so I shook my head he laughed he told me they gave him two options one fight but his mate would die because she was just a human there was no way he could protect her and fight them all now I know that sounds odd well your grandfather was still very powerful no one or even two vampires where his equal in battle .. This shocked me my grandfather was always soft and warm kind “he was more powerful than the king” I asked in shock. My father just laughed of course the king and guards couldn't win if he fought for real so I take by now you have guessed he took option 2 that option was to bow down and promote the victor's claim to be king and they won't tell anyone what had happened they would only say his father left looking for answers “but dad why would he do that he could have avenged his father if he was so strong why didn't he do anything?” I saw at that moment something in my father’s eyes-guilt, pain, sorrow, and pity with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face he simply said “Me” his mate was caring for his child and since we can pass for a human it wasn't hard to hide her from everyone outside the castle that she wasn't a wolf but she died during childbirth so the king told him to serve and his child could live in peace under the kings rule once your grandfather passed. the only real threat the king had to his rule has gone your grandfather was a powerful warrior so the king made him submit to show no one could oppose him and he lived like a slave for me he never once blamed me he only showed me love and kindness he loved this tree he could have been the king he could have been so much more but he choose to be with us now there is nothing I can do i asked him all the time I am grown now you can fight now but he said I wasn’t strong enough and that they would kill me of course I didn’t believe him so he took me to this garden and told me to punch this tree with everything I had i put everything I had into it and didn’t leave scratch as he laughed he simple seem to reach out his hand and bam a dent appeared the whole tree rocked and the roots seem to tremble I then understood who my father was he was powerful but didn’t seek power only happiness for those around him as we sat there I remember the giant of a man that was my grandfather I remember everyone was kind to him and how a worg once got loose when I first started at the stables it came charging at me and I was pinned in a corner and out of nowhere my grandfather was there grabbed it like it was a kitten and throw it back into its pen like it was nothing worgs are like horse sized wolfs type mounts weighting 1500 lbs. or so at the time I was young but looking back his speed his power and the fact the worg was scared of him says that what my father told me is all true he was a force of nature I could only imagine what he would have been like if he was fully turned and not left only halfblooded thinking about me compared to that level of power I can see why the king feared him I turned to my father “ is there no way for us to regain our power” he had a light look in his eyes ``I asked my father the same thing when I heard this story the only way is if Lycaon came back but many of your cousins and even I at one point has left this place to seek him or to find more info on thirio if he had returned or anything we all found the same thing stories and anger but nothing more than fear from the mortals your grandfather use to tell me that it was better we lost the power even if we has to serve we can be at peace I hated him for that he told him when his time came that if I truly want that power back there was a way “look to ancestors by the last light of the dawn's last breath and the birth of a red Selene” I never understood what he meant lol maybe I was never meant to. But for me that clicked something the night of my day of life there was a red moon and Selene was the Greek titan of the moon I didn’t want to tell my dad about this in case I was wrong the next red moon would be in a few months but until then I will sneak into the castle library to learn about the human world. During one of these expeditions, I stumbled upon an old book of werewolf lore. Within the dusty pages, Seth discovered tales of long-forgotten rituals that held the key to unlocking the full potential of his powers. One ritual, in particular, spoke of a sacred moonlit gathering, held only once every century, where werewolves would gather to harness