Also in the realm of wolves, Leonard walked through the streets of his city, his steps were silent and his eyes empty. At eighteen, he bore no resemblance to the smiling, lively boy he used to be. Now, he was just a shadow, a ghost of what he once was. People looked at him with a mix of pity and fear, but he didn't care. He had a mission.
Leonard was now sixteen, and people weren't entirely wrong; there was something wrong with him. The dark voice constantly whispered in his mind, a malevolent presence infiltrating his soul like a creeping weed. It was the voice of Hercules, the once-defeated warrior spirit, who lived inside him, haunting his dreams and tormenting his days.
Now, Hercules wanted to live again, and he could achieve this thanks to Leonard. The young man, unknowingly, had be
