Earthly Desires (Part 2)

Malreus' POV

We snuck out from under the fur blankets and the fresh, ocean air whipped through our hair with a gust.

"Oh, dear gods. That's good." Simos groaned and sucked up another gulf of cold air.

Theia dusted off some hairs and dirt from her clothes, her blonde hair hanging over her head as she bent over; "I smell like sweaty socks."

"Come on." I signalled to them to get a move on. The cart may have been moved into a docking station, but that didn't mean we were out of trouble just yet. Some workers would be sent in to off-load the goods and we needed to disappear before then.

Simos and Theia followed me up the wooden stairs of the large warehouse and we stepped onto a loft. The air was stuffy again, but I found an open window and budged it slightly, to allow us to move through it and up to the roof of the warehouse.

"Here." I held out my hand for Theia to take. She quickly grabbed it and lowered herself onto the bottom windowsill, carefully balancing her foot. With her other foot, she hoisted herself up onto a rusty ladder and climbed up onto the roof of the storehouse. Simos moved to go after her, but I wasn't about to let that happen.

I swung out and jumped up, catching the ladder with both hands. With one swift move, I was on the rooftop with Simos glaring after me. He'd have to find his own way up.

Fine. Yes. I was jealous. I loathed him.

I barely knew the man, but I knew that I couldn't for the life of me stand to be around him. Simos acted like he could just waltz into our lives and beg and plead Theia to do what he wanted. I wasn't falling for it- there was something more to him than meets the eye.

Had Claudeus been right? Was I in love with my best friend?

Gods... Yes. Yes, I was madly in love with Theia- of course I was lying straight to his face when I'd denied it, but I had to. What on earth would Theia think? I've felt this way for a long time. For such a long time she's been everything. Whatever she needed, I wanted to get it for her.

I knew she was so strong and such a caring person; she didn't need me to do anything for her, but I wanted to. I wanted to treat her like the queen she was; the queen I saw her as.

I shook my head and tried to focus. This wasn't the time for tender moments. We had work to do and I had to get my head straight.

Right. Focus. Just focus, Mal-

Theia bent over and stopped midway to the edge of the roof. I hadn't expected it at all and slammed right into her. With a deep, bright blush, I jumped back and nearly shouted; "What in the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, sorry!" She jolted back up and sheepishly smiled at me with pink-stained cheeks. "I thought I saw a stain on my boots."

"A warning would be nice..." I muttered and walked past her with a glare. I wasn't angry with her, I was angry with myself. These thoughts... They needed to stop.

"Sorry, Mal." She sniggered and followed me towards the edge.

Earlier, inside the cart, it had been my hand on Theia's ass, but I swear to all the gods that it had been an accident. I'd only meant to comfort her and place my hand on her back to feel her warmth, but uh... I'd slightly misjudged where her back had been. When she shouted at us, I panicked and blamed Simos. Not one of my finest moments.

I was normally so good at thinking on the spot and talking my way out any problem, but with Theia... It was a hopeless case. I was a hopeless case.

Simos had finally managed to find a way up to the roof without godly strength or agility. He huffed and puffed, directing his annoyed glower straight at me. I ignored it and peered down over the docks.

"There." Theia pointed to a series of huge, iron cages, all lined up along the west wall of the dock. There were twenty of them, each containing fourteen people.

"That's sickening!" Theia shouted and got down on her knees to get a better look. We did the same, our eyes fixed one the poor participants trapped in their cages.

"They obviously don't want to be here. Although, some mortals do volunteer." Simos shrugged and I eyed him with a shocked look. "Why would they?"

"For fame. For status." Simos shook his head; "They never make it either way. It's all a delusion."

"So sad." Theia muttered and I felt her hands curl around my arm. All I wanted to do was grab her and hold my best friend against me; feel her warmth and her heat- stop it! Didn't we just talk about this? Stop thinking. Theia was right- you really are too much in your own head...

"Isn't Manos worried that they'll get sunstroke?" The cages were out in the open and it was nearing midday. If they docked yesterday, that meant nearly four days of open sunlight.

Simos shook his head though and explained; "Not really. They're going to be moved to a different warehouse tonight. That's where the lucky three teams are chosen and the rest are... well. You know."

"We know." I replied and asked; "This is why you wanted us to go in now? To be part of those three teams?"

"Yes, we need to get rid of three members of one city, so that there's a shortage. When they start dealing them out and separating the good from the bad, we need to stand out as the best three candidates."

"Woah, woah, woah, woah!" Theia stood up and glared down at Simos in shock; "We? We? You're doing this too?"

"Oh, did I forget to mention that?"

Our eyes widened and I shot up with anger; "You're not a god, Simos. You can get killed and ruin our plans."

"Thanks for the concern, Mal," He said mockingly and shrugged; "But I'm doing this. This was the plan from the start."

"Whose plan?" Theia looked around with wide eyes; "Definitely not our plan."

"Look, I know what I'm doing. Trust me on this."

"No." I shouted at him and his eyes widened at my sudden rage. "We will not trust you on this. Not anymore. There's something you're not telling us, is there?"

"Theia-"

"No, Simos." She stood by my side and glared at the mortal man. "Malreus is right. You're hiding something and we can't do this with confidence and assurance if we don't know the full story. Why are you going on a suicide mission?"

The dark-haired man was silent for a minute. Theia and I shared a look and then, Simos turned around with a loud sigh. He kicked a stone off the roof- luckily aimed at the ocean and not a guard's head- and ran a hand down his tired face.

"Okay, okay. I have kept some things from you..."

"I am stunned."

Theia shot me a look and I apologised with a slight expression of remorse, but it didn't last long. I was waiting for this moment- Simos' ruin. That sounded far more malicious than I meant for it to be. I hoped.

"Well?" Theia pressed him for an answer, but her voice was still annoyingly gentle and level-headed. I wanted her to be irritated and frustrated- the way she frustrated me. Hang on; perhaps not that way. The way she frustrated me was rather... addictive. I loved the way she frustrated me. Gods, I loved it- okay. Malreus; you need to cut off the internal monologue.

Pay attention before you drag Theia back to that claustrophobic cart.

"Estra's trying to get rid of me."

"Oh." Theia and I said simeultantously. That was not what we'd expected.

"That's... it?" She asked with hesitance and Simos shot her a shocked look. "That's it? My boss is trying to assassinate me and you're reaction is 'a little bit disappointing, Simos'?"

"I only meant that we sort of- I don't know; expected something a little more?"

"You two are the worst." Simos muttered and pointed down at the cages. "I need to enter this competition and we need to win. Estra's been waiting to replace me for the last six months; I've become numb to killing assassins, but at some point, one of them is going to get the upper hand."

"So you just continue working for this bitch?" Theia scoffed and the wind whipped her blonde hair around her face.

"What would you have me do? Quit and exile myself from Manos? The one place I'm trying to get the most connections to?"

"But why doesn't Estra just fire you? Like a normal employer?" I asked with a hint of sarcasm and Simos narrowed his eyes at me.

"Because, god of snark, that's not how things work here. I'm Estra's number one assistant- I know every single thing she's done. Good and mostly bad. If she fires me, I take her down for a whole lot of shit. I'm not going down alone. Her only way is to kill me or to pay me off, but that won't work, because I want her, and all of the inner circle, dead."

"Yeah, about that..." Theia lofted her hand up, as if to ask a teacher a question in class. "We're still a little foggy on the why?"

"Why I want them all dead or why Estra wants me dead?"

Theia glanced at me and then back at Simos; "Both."

He nodded and sighed loudly. "So like I said- Estra wants to replace me, because I know too much of her and the other inner circle's dealings. The longer she keeps me on, the more information I acquire, and the harder it gets for her to remove me. She's done this before." Simos chuckled darkly and I frowned at how easy he found this topic. "Her previous assistant was burned alive in his own tent, just outside the city. He was on an errand run for her and he only lasted a year in her employment."

"And you've been with her for five years?" Theia asked softly; the worry for him was hidden just below the surface and it irked me.

"About four, actually. Before I was her assistant, I was her general's. I sort of worked my way up and she likes ambition. It was my plan all along to get her to notice my tactics and offer me the job."

"You were aware of how she dealt with her personal associates and yet you still did it?" I asked with a sharp glare. Something still didn't add up about him.

Simos met my cold gaze with one of his very own. "Yes. I had to, to get in and to get information."

"And that brings us to the topic of why on earth are you doing all of this anyway?" Theia shrugged, her red eyes filled with confusion. "Why are you risking everything to put an end to these people, Simos? What happened?"

"Look," Now the young man seemed more annoyed and upset than joking, which really was rare. His smile was gone and replaced with a deep-setting scowl. "I don't want to talk about it, okay? Something bad happened, I want my revenge and that's all you two need to know about that. We all want the same thing after all, so let's drop the topic."

I met Theia's eyes with suspicion, but she looked genuinely convinced and compliant with what Simos was asking of us. I shook my head slightly when I recognised that familiar look in her striking eyes, but she touched my arm with her hand to ease my concern. She nodded at Simos' question. "Alright. We'll drop it."

"Thanks." Simos' smile returned a bit, but it still held some heavy weight. "So the plan..."

"You're joining us in the competition?" I asked quickly.

"Yes, I need to. This is my one shot to end of all of this. If I don't join you and show Estra that I'm on a suicide mission, she's going to send out her best hired swords to gut me once and for all. And besides," He gestured to us; "I've never had the luck in finding two willing gods to help me with this. I'm going to take full advantage of my good fortune."

"Simos..." Theia sounded awfully worried again. It really wasn't necessary. "If you die-"

"Then I die." For the first time since we'd met him, he was glaring at Theia and not me. "Theia, I get the concern, but this is my plan and we're doing this my way. I'm sorry, but this is what I've worked nearly six years for. If I die, then you two will go through and kill that beast and all its heads, right?"

Theia was silent for a minute. She looked over the edge of the roof and saw the cages, all lined up and ready for transport. Those poor souls- treated like animals.

"Okay. Yes." She nodded and smiled back at Simos. She was hiding her concern now and trying her best to be optimistic. It wouldn't be Theia if she wasn't trying her hardest to be the light in a dark situation. "We trust you and we want to help."

Speak for yourself... I refused to show Simos any form of sympathy. He landed himself in this mess in the first place.

Simos appreciated Theia's concern. "Thank you."

A tender moment between the two; I wasn't about to encourage this. "How on earth do you plan on 'getting rid' of three participants?" At this point, they looked more like prisoners than contestants of a popular game held for the king. I was right, of course. These people didn't want to be here- they'd been kidnapped and taken from their homes by force.

Well, most of them. Then there were those that Simos had mentioned who left everything behind in search of fame and fortune. I wondered what the poor soul who entered thought he could win after all of this? Manos probably announced a large cash prize or a reward so grand that some of these fools don't mind throwing their lives away at a shot for it. How pitiful some creatures have become...

Simos' dropped his eyes from Theia's and I knew I had him. He definitely didn't want to explain this part.

Theia, so kind and trusting, didn't catch on as quickly; "Should we send them off to a nearby island on a little raft? Make sure they escape with some essentials?"

"I... don't think that'll work." Simos rubbed his head and avoided our eyes. I almost wanted to smile. Almost. Smiling at a moment like this would only annoy Theia and believe it or not, I did care for these lost souls. No mortal or immortal deserved to be treated like a pawn- and so harshly too.

"Then what-" Theia's eyes widened and her lips parted with shock. With a whack, she slapped her hand across Simos' chest and hissed; "I can't believe you'd even consider that!"

"Theia-"

"No!" She growled at him and shot me an equally foul look. I held up my hands in defence- this was not my idea. "We are not killing innocent people! End of discussion. I'm here to help these people- not add to the death toll!"

"And what do you propose we do? Huh?" Simos asked a little loudly and we shushed him. We might have been on top of a very high roof, but sound travelled far and fast.

"We let three escape. Make it look like an accident." I suggested and Theia's eyes lit up with excitement. She pointed at me; "Yes, that's it! We'll do that!"

"And how the hell are we going to do that? Hmm?" Simos scoffed at us and crossed his arms with anger.

"Stop with the attitude!"

"Attitude?" Simos snarled at Theia for the first time and I knew I had to interfere before this entire plan went up in flames, but...

But I held back a bit longer, because there was a look in my best friend's eyes that I didn't see very often; she was growing severely annoyed with the young mercenary. It may have been slightly selfish of me to let them continue bickering, but so be it. I tended to be selfish when it came to her.

"Look, princess-"

"Princess?" She stepped up to him and I immediately decided to jump in and separate the two, because her attempt at startling him didn't so much scare him, but made his pupils dilate and his eyes drop down to her lips. I knew that face- Theia had that effect on many, many men.

I certainly wasn't immune to it either.

"That's enough." That really was enough. They needed to back off from one another before I pushed Simos off the side of the roof. "Let's remain calm, shall we?" Theia turned her back to him and he rolled his eyes. I felt a little pleased with her abhorrence towards him, but I tried not to show it.

She was a spitfire when she was angry- definitely Thanatos' daughter...

"Let's find a place to hide-out for the rest of the afternoon. When do the guards change shift?"

Simos muttered; "Sunset."

"Then at dusk we'll sneak down and let three participants loose."

"How do we decide which three?" Theia asked with big eyes; "This isn't right. We'll be granting three people their lives and the rest are sentenced to death."

"Look, if you can't stomach this-"

"Simos." I warned him, fixing my dark eyes on his. He was stepping over a line where not only was he annoying Theia, but he was starting to insult her. He'd better watch his tongue. I turned to Theia and pulled her to the side, so that we could talk privately. "Theia, I know you're unhappy about this, but unfortunately we knew that this was part of the plan. We'll need to make a few sacrifices along the way. You understand, don't you?"

"But... Two hundred and seventy-one people, Mal." She looked up at me with sorrow in her eyes, but her head nodded nonetheless. She'd known the disadvantages of playing into the tyrant's game, but the end result would mean we'd be able to shut everything down for good.

"Come on." I gave her hand a squeeze. "We can still do good here. Let's focus on the task ahead and keep going."

"Yeah, I know." She didn't look convinced, but nodded slowly.

I turned to walk back to where Simos was morosely staring off into the distance when her soft hand held me back. Theia pressed herself into me- it wasn't really a hug, but it couldn't truly be descried as anything else. "I'm sorry I got you into this mess."

My arms wrapped around her without thought and I squeezed her tightly. It felt too good feeling her warmth. Her hair smelled like it always did- like pomegranate. The very scent that drove me mad with want. I couldn't eat the fruit without thinking about her- wanting to touch her.

I have no idea when my desire for her had become this potent, but I was far beyond any form of help. There was nothing more difficult than trying to keep this fine balance between us- I wanted to be her best friend, but I needed to be so much more than that. I wanted to be her hero, but I knew she was her own saviour. I wanted to hold her for an eternity, but I knew she needed to go her own way.

Some days were harder than others, and sometimes I failed at keeping my selfish desires at bay. At that moment though, I had the strength to pull away.

My arms unhooked around her and I stepped back, clearing my mind of a sweltering longing. "You have nothing to be sorry for." I smiled down at her, but she looked unconvinced. "Come on; we're almost there."

"Okay." She smiled thinly and shook her head, ridding her head of negative thoughts. And just like that- Theia was back to being our light.

Sometimes she needed a little help, a little push when she felt exhausted with heavy thoughts weighing her down. It was comforting for me when I could support her through that.

We walked back to Simos, who looked even more pissed off than before I'd dragged Theia to the side, but I suspected his bad mood wasn't as a result of Theia's remarks. I saw him glower at us. I knew he wanted Theia close like that. Most importantly, he knew I'd never allow it.

"Alright. I think Malreus' plan is the best we have right now, so let's hide-out in the loft below and wait until sunset."

Simos' eyes found mine with scorn, but he nodded. "Fine then. We'll wait."

Theia scanned the perimeter one last time; taking into account all the weak points and grey areas. "Good." She smiled at us and led the way back towards the broken ladder that led down to the loft. She was hopeful again and her determination was ever present.

I moved to follow her, but a sudden hand to my chest pushed me back. Simos was glaring at me with a profound rage and leaned in to whisper; "You think you're the hero here? She's only ever going to see you as her 'best buddy', you know that right?"

"I'd rather her see me as a friend than a lair."

"I'm not lying."

I chuckled and shoved him aside with a predatory sneer; "We'll see..."

Casseus' POV

"Commander Estra will see you now."

The soldier bowed and signalled for us to enter the commander's office. My brother and I followed Triton inside, trailing just slightly behind him.

The chamber was vast and spacious, but the walls were stocked with books and all kinds of miscellaneous objects. From olden day stocks to a live-like replica of the iron maiden used in medieval times of torture. It may have been far before my time, but I knew a thing or two about torture devices...

Although her chambers were crammed with weapons, armour and all kinds of odd-shaped mechanics, it still held a light and almost holy air around it. Her fort windows were wide open and the sunlight streaming in was hot, but the sea breeze dimmed the heat with an icy chill. Behind a dark grey desk stood a tall, dark-skinned woman with unruly black curls.

She was older, around my mother's age. Her deep brown eyes held a sense of wisdom and cunning, but her mouth gave nothing away- it was set in a firm line. She eyed us up and down and then nodded her chin at the man who'd led us inside. He left with a curt bow and closed the door behind him.

So this was the commander of the notorious Aetos?

I won't deny that she struck an intimidating figure, but from her appearance and her silver and white armour, I pictured her as more of a heroic character than a malicious spearhead.

Estra placed her pencil on her desk and stepped around her chair. Her black hair was long; past her shoulders and tousled on her crown. "Which one of you is Toni?"

Triton wanted to grunt at his nickname, which was now being used as an alias, but kept a cool head and bowed slightly. "I am."

"Commander." She said sternly. "I am, commander."

"My apologies." Triton bit his inner cheek and tried again. "I am, commander."

"Better." She didn't look impressed with him, but she did admit to some of his positive qualities. "You look strong and you look fit. It says in your review letter that you served three years as a mercenary in Ghastion. Why did you leave?"

It was all fake, obviously. Janina, under hypnosis, had written backstories for all of us. It was our job to make them sound believable. Triton looked up and tucked his hands behind his back. At least he actually was a soldier and warrior back home- this would be an easy role for him to play. "I left to join the Aetos. I heard rumours of its greatness and I want to be great."

Claudeus and I shared a quick look. Estra seemed to have liked that answer, but she didn't smile. I don't think she could.

"Good. You'll be put through a couple of tests, to see where you fall under my ranking and then, when I am pleased with your performance, you will be inducted."

"Yes, commander."

She directed her eyes to us now, clearly done with her first task for the afternoon. Her cold eyes regarded us with reservation. "I assume you two are the twins Janina has sent for Manos?"

She didn't refer to him as king Manos. Interesting.

I stepped forward and bowed. "Indeed, commander."

"Names." She picked up two pieces of paper from her desk and I presumed they were our letters of review.

I spoke first; "Cas, commander."

"Claw." My brother said curtly and Estra shot him a look. He gritted his teeth and added; "Commander."

She let a few seconds slowly swim by before she placed the papers back onto her desk and fixed us with a chilly stare. This woman must be a treat at parties.

"Your paperwork checks out, but the king is not ready for you just yet." She directed her next words at Triton. "You will commence your test this afternoon and tomorrow morning, we will continue. I need eyes on the coming games, so be ready for the deep end."

Triton tried not to smile- this woman didn't know what godly stamina we had. "Of course, commander."

"And you two will report back here in two days. We will send you to the palace with an royal envoy, the day before the games."

Claudeus and I nodded and bowed our heads in gratitude. It seems we still had some time off before then.

Estra moved to her desk, but realised that the three of us were standing, watching and waiting for her to snap an order. She narrowed her eyes at us and pointed to the door with a short nail.

"You're dismissed."

We all bowed one last time and turned for the door. As soon as we closed her office doors, a young man pushed a bag of armour into Triton's hands. "Toni, right? Right. Get going. The first test starts in twenty minutes. Walk to the courtyard on your left and go right into the first room, then, when you're done, head to the practise field. Don't forget a sword."

The man clapped Triton's back with a hard whack and left us with confused expressions.

"I'm sorry you have to do this, man." I commented as Triton examined his new gear, but his smile suddenly grew.

"Are you kidding me? A chance to show off my skills? Please. I'm going to eat these boys for breakfast." Triton had that twinkle in his eye again. He was honestly the most competitive being I'd ever met. Not even our father was that aggressive when it came to winning.

"Goodluck." Claudeus smirked and we watched as Triton jogged after the other man before he forgot everything he'd been told.

The young prince turned around with an excited smile; "I don't need it!"

At least one of us was enjoying this little quest...

Morpheus' POV

I was still waiting.

I'd walked into Helius' offices early in the morning and now, it was nearly dusk and I still hadn't met him. Never mind that I still hadn't technically met anyone.

Every single person in this bank ignored me and walked around my sat figure with purpose and a clear goal visible in their eyes. Not one employee paid me any mind. It was utterly frustrating.

I had to stop a man just to ask where the damn restrooms were and even then he didn't look me in the eye; he was too busy reading a report to care.

I'd tried to head down to the receptionist again and ask if there was anything I could do while I waited, but when I turned back to the stairs to leave, Helius' personal assistant blocked me from leaving the top floor and pointed to the chair with two simple words; "Wait, please."

Like I said- utterly frustrating.

The sun would set soon and we all planned on meeting at the tavern again to catch up on our progress, but by the looks of things, I might just spend the rest of my long existence here, waiting for this man.

And the receptionist had had the cheek to tell me that I was late?

What a bloody joke.

"Morph?"

I bolted up in my chair and straightened my shirt. Before me stood a tall, broad-shouldered man. He was older, much older than me. I guessed he was the same age as my father, but his skin was very dark and his brown eyes were filled with a sense of reservation.

He asked again; "Are you Morph?"

"Yes, yes. My apologies." I nodded and waited for his introduction.

Instead, he turned and open a glass door and gestured with his palm for me to enter. "Welcome."

I did as he asked and quickly slipped inside. His office was large, but empty. There was only one desk and one chair behind it, but two placed in front for clients. Two bookcases stood against the back wall and the rest of the office was mainly made from glass and acted as windows. It felt hollow in here.

The man nodded to a chair in front of the desk and I sat down. More sitting. Great.

"I must apologise for only arriving now, but an important investor's meeting was moved up to this morning." Helius moved to sit down in front of his desk and his eyes locked onto mine with hesitation, "But I suspect you don't care much for my excuses?"

"I-"

"I wouldn't." He finished for me. "Let me be frank with you, Morph. I need a new investor, but times have been tough lately and the games have taken forefront on the island. For now, I'll only require you to act as my secondary and watch how I work with the key stakeholders of the bank."

This man was precise and he was efficient. I didn't mind it, but I did like some feeling and some sense of comfort in my working environment, but clearly that wasn't going to be something I'd find here. Claudeus and Malreus would love this- they prefer missions with no emotion or sentiment attached to it. This was all about getting things done. I suppose I could try, but I bored easily.

"Of course, sir."

"Just call me Director." Helius handed me a thick book. It was damn heavy. "This is Quantallus' general investing information and processes. I'm sure you know most of it by now. It says here you've been trained in family investments and unit trust development programs?"

What and what now?

"Uh... yes. Right. I have."

"Do you know how to work with the Hollingworth advisory system?"

I nodded my head and lied through my teeth like it was going out of fashion. "Indeed, definitely. One of my favourites."

Helius paused at my use of words, but thought nothing of it as he continued to hand me books. "Here are the rules and regulations guide and the technical filing guide. Make sure you're up to date with the changes. You'll start at seven every morning and end when we're done."

"When we're done?"

Helius shrugged and folded his hands on the desk with a cool look. "The games are near and this month's tournament will be very special for the king. He plans on changing the rules after this one."

This was new information. I casually tried to pry for more information. "New rules?"

"The teams going through will increase, but so will the participants."

More participants meant more killing. More mortals for that hungry werewolf and more fame for Manos. This was not the best news...

"How many more does he plan on bringing in?" The correct term of course was kidnap and abduct.

Helius sighed and I noticed that the older man looked tired. He stared down at a piece of paper and pursed his lips. "Perhaps three hundred. We're still discussing the figures."

Suddenly, as if realising that he'd been discussing rather confidential information with his newest employee, Helius clammed shut and leaned back in his chair. "That is all, Morph. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Okay." I stood up and bowed my head. "Thank you, Director."

I pushed the chair back in, but Helius pointed to the desk with a long finger and a deadpan expression. "Your books?"

I froze. My smile turned sheepish and I nodded quickly and gathered them up with haste. Not the best first impression then.

"Right, sorry. Thanks." I left his office as quickly as I could and nearly stumbled out with the books flying into a random woman walking past. I apologised politely, but she ignored me and rushed off to get back to her desk.

Gods... How long would I have to work here before I'd turn into a mindless mortal too?

I wasn't the biggest fan of this stupid adventure, but that dream...

That vision still kept me up at night. At some point or another, I knew a wolf would make an appearance.

We finally meet Helius and Estra. What do you think about the director and the commander?
More on them later...

Morpheus- Hypnos' eldest...