His skin is almost glowing, like he brushed my favourite highlighter all over his body. The scar on his nose and the few on his torso almost glow gold. A flowing wrap is draped around his waist like a royal sarong, held in place by a golden belt that holds the Deimos symbol.
I can see his muscular thighs, as the wrap barely covers much. He’s wearing gold boots that reach mid-calf. He’s also equipped with his three artefacts. The ornate golden shoulder plate, which looks like the branches of trees, glistens brightly despite the lack of sunlight. He also has his helmet, with its visordown, and his gauntlets.
And where his shadow should be on the ground, I can see the outline of a wolf – his wolf. Behind him is the blinding aura of Zeus, encompassing him entirely.
Looking down, I realise why Jayce had given me his cloak. I have on a sheer, dark green corset with gold patterns along the chest, giving it a bit more coverage. It’s paired with a sheer skirt with thigh-high slits. Thin gold straps wrap around my stomach and arms. The tattoo-like runes cover my stomach, too.
I have knee-high gold sandals on, in the same shade of gold as the straps that run along my stomach and arms.
I look across at the others, my heart hammering as each one gets up, each one no longer wearing what they were previously.
I don’t even get to look them all over, my heart hammering as Allie stands, her hair now combed into an extremely high ponytail. Her hair is far longer than it was on Earth, a ribbon keeping it in place.
She’s wearing a fitted, black leather corset that is sculpted to her frame, and there’s a subtle golden pattern along it.
Beneath the leather corset is a fine, black satin fabric with layered sleeves that fall off her shoulders, a slash between an open kimono and a dress. It spreads out behind her like an open jacket, dragging onto the ground like a trail. She’s wearing leather pants in a muted gold and high, black leather boots with the same runes and symbols as her corset. She wears muted gold half-gloves, and she’s looking at the seven-foot spear she’s holding. It’s mostly made of dark metal, but there’s a touch ofgold on it. It’s elegant, radiating power, and that shimmering hue swirls around her.
Her lycan’s shadow is beside her. And just like Zeus’ aura embodies Jayce, a god’s aura wraps around her entirely.
This god is tall, with the face of a jackal.
I recognise him.
Anubis.
The god who guides souls…
Allie’s eyes, which are rimmed with dark eyeliner, meet mine, my heart hammering as I look back at the god whose tall form towers behind her.
In that moment, I realise I’m not just looking at Allie, our fearless lycan princess, but at the final ruler.
Damn…
She may not have come into power yet, but Allie is the Volkov Queen.
TheBeginning
Theo
Whatever the hell happened when we crossed over ripped off everything we were wearing. I’m far better dressed than both Jayce and Ares. I snicker, then realise my face feels different. I raise my hand and touch it, realising I have some sort of mask covering the lower half of my face. My black pants have way too much room, but they’re very fucking clearly pants, unlike the miniskirts both Jayce and Ares got.
A few straps wrap around my torso. I have arm and shoulder guards in dark silver and my real scythe – nowhere near as small or light as the one I used for the dance. This thing has power, and I can sense it humming beneath my fingertips. I spin it around, enjoying the feel of it, the symbols along the blade glowing subtly.
Slight glowing scars litter my body, and I wonder what they mean.
A few strands of my hair fall in my face, and I frown.It’s no longer blue, not even my natural blond, but white. I would wonder about its significance, but na, I’d rather annoy my brothers.
I now look over at Carter, who is dressed in what I can only describe as robes, pure white with an underlayer of grey. He reminds me of some kind of monk or scholar. I have no fucking idea. His hair on one side is scraped back and held there with three pins.
Renji’s in black and white with gold accents. He’s wearing black pants similar to mine but tighter, black boots, and the top layer reaches the ground. It’s open from the front, wrapped tightly at his waist with a leather belt holding it in place. He has shoulder plates on top of the huge-ass sleeves. His hair is long, pulled into a pony, and I grin, feeling the mask that seems to be stuck to my face grin, too.
“You remind me of a samurai or some shit,” I say to him. He is carrying a sword at his side.
“Hmm,” Renji says, but he’s looking towards Jayce, who has just put his cloak around Heaven for some reason.
Ares looks pissed, and I don’t blame him. His miniskirt is slightly longer than Jayce’s, but it’s way girlier in colour, a brilliant green-blue colour. But it’s his weapon that intrigues me most. A trident: its pure gold, encrusted with green and blue shaded diamonds. He’s got similar armbands and shin guards. Funnily, he’s barefoot.
“Yo, Princess Arisa! Looking pretty,” I taunt Ares. “Damn, you got done dirty. You didn’t even get a cloak like Jaycey Boy.”
