I’ve had broken arms and legs, which healed like a human’s because I didn’t have my wolf yet. One time, I swore that Ares had his wolf. As improbable as that seems, I still believe it to be true.
We were around 10 years old, and Ares was at it again. I won’t go into the details, but I was hanging off the side of a mountain, praying to the Moon Goddess that I wouldn’t die. Ares was leaning over the side, staring at me. I swear I saw his eyes flash to black and then go to his natural color.
I know it shouldn’t be true because getting your wolf at the age of ten is unheard of. I wanted to go to my parents and ask, but I thought that would just cause more problems. Since then, I always tried to keep my distance just in case I really did see what I thought I saw.
Ares has always acted like
