The Eternal City of wolves

Prologue

The she-wolf is the symbol of the Eternal City.

Legend says that on the banks of the Tiber once lived the tribe of Latins, ruled by a wise king named Numitor. But power, as always, calls to darkness. Numitor’s brother—jealous and cruel Amulius—seized the throne, murdered the king and his son, and condemned Numitor’s daughter, Rhea Silvia, to a life of chastity as a priestess of the goddess Vesta.

A year later, Rhea Silvia gave birth to twin boys. She claimed their father was none other than Mars, the god of war.

Amulius, fearing that Numitor’s heirs might rise against him, ordered the infants to be thrown into the raging Tiber.

But the river had flooded its banks. The slaves could not reach deep water and left the basket on a shallow shore. When the flood receded, the basket lay stranded on dry land. The babies rolled out and began to cry.

Their cries drew the attention of a she-wolf who had come down to drink. Instead of water, she found the children. The wolf saved and nursed the abandoned sons of Mars until a shepherd found them and took them in. He raised them as his own and gave them names—Romulus and Remus.

Through her milk and blood, the she-wolf passed on to the boys her strength and the spirit of the wolf.

Years later, when the brothers found out the truth of their birth, they avenged their family, killed Amulius, restored justice, and decided to build their own city.

Romulus wished to build it on the Palatine Hill—where the wolf had found them. Remus chose Aventine Hill. They quarreled over the name and the rule of their future city and prayed for a sign from the gods.

Remus saw it first—six soaring eagles.

Romulus saw his sign later—but it was twelve.

Each was convinced the gods had chosen him. The quarrel turned to blood.

Romulus dug a trench to mark the boundary of his future city. In mockery, Remus leaped across it.

Romulus, enraged, struck him down, saying:

“That will be with anyone who dares to cross the walls of my city without leave!”

And this is how, Rome was born.

Roma – the eternal city.

It was the year 753 before Christ.

Romulus became the first king of Rome. His symbol was the eagle. From that day, he was followed by twelve devoted warriors—lictors, the guardians of his power.

But on Aventine Hill remained the descendants of Remus, who hated Romulus and his followers, swearing revenge for all time.

Centuries passed. Empires rose and fell, yet the Eternal City endured. And not by chance.

Two bloodlines—those of Romulus and Remus—never vanished.

Their descendants carried the wolf’s strength within their veins.

It was passed down by blood—mother to daughter, father to son—through generations, through death itself.

They bore the ancient gene that set them apart: predators in human skin, wolves for whom pack and territory were sacred.

They were not merely human.

Half men. Half wolves. Half gods.

For them, the pack is law. The land—holy ground.

Their eternal war—the battle for the city, for its origin, for the right to be firstborn.

They have long forgotten that once they were brothers.

The descendants of Romulus and Remus have fought and hated one another for centuries, defending their blood and their territory, until all kinship between them was lost forever.

Only one thing still binds them—the she-wolf.

She is not just a symbol. She is their beginning. Their essence. Their power.

Nearly three thousand years have passed, and nothing has changed.

The wolf’s strength still flows through the bloodlines, generation after generation. And most people have no idea that the descendants of the founders still rule this Eternal City.