Chapter XXXI

Before the youngest of the Lycaon the two sons of Lilith the first woman, the one who preferred to be a demon than to be subdued by Adam, the eldest is Daedalus, one meter eighty-eight centimeters, thin, onyx black hair, blue eyes, hair a little grown wavy, square face, well defined, straight nose, thin lips, his skin too white, his brother Cy is very similar to him a few centimeters less, four to be exact, same hair color, the same natural waves, same lips, the eye color is green, Daedalus' voice is strong but sensual, Cy's is almost as strong but it is calm, just hearing him speak lulls whoever listens to him, Ramses, is Cy's height, tanned skin, brown hair, despite being Egyptian his eyes are blue, unlike his brothers he has a slender body, well worked, Ramses was converted when he was about to die more than four thousand years ago when the pharaohs were still young and were not yet so powerful in the ancient Egypt.

—Your brother Ciro invited us to come, he has a little problem with an old enemy of mine or at least that's what it seems – he looks around the room – the variety of guests in your house is interesting, my love, that blond… the one sleeping with the newborn… he's attractive.

—If you like his type, I suppose so—he covers his bare chest, but the newcomer pulls back the sheet—erm, Daedalus, I haven't been informed about the situation. Is there anything I should know? Dear.

• He gets so close to the werewolf that they can exchange breaths, Daedalus wets his lips, Darius swallows hard, Cy laughs at what the older one does, Ramses ignores him— Darling... the sun – he points to the windows – our rooms please since unfortunately I still can't be by your side during the day – saying that he catches Darius's lips with his own, ending the kiss – I missed those lips.

—Umm, yes, well – he gets out of bed, puts on his robe, and points to the exit, but not before protecting Daedalus from the sun with the sheet, who lets the Greek take care of him.

• Ever since I met you, you have always treated me well – sitting on the bed, Daedalus raises his arms, Darius carries him as if he were a bride, rests his head on the Greek's chest, Ramses shakes his head – a true gentleman.

• Daedalus, you may be the oldest, but stop bothering our host.
• claims Cy.

He complains annoyed.

— As always, taking away my fun — they go down the stairs, the other werewolves come out of their rooms, not one of them knows the guests, Daedalus looks out and delights his gaze with two in particular, the British one and the American who protects the Mexican — Who's the big one? I liked him.

—Forget about him, he's my nephew, he's engaged. Cy, I really don't know why my brother sent for you. —They arrive at Elián's personal library, still holding Dédalo in his arms. Darío opens a secret passage. The four of them enter, taking his guest from his arms. —You're safe now, all three of you are safe. —He removes the sheet from his face like a bridal veil. Dédalo smiles at him flirtatiously. —As beautiful as ever.

—Tell me what you do know – Cy looks at the Greek seriously.

—A sorcerer named Zacchaeus has placed spells on several men making them werewolves… it's magic from Northern Europe.

Elian's passion

"You're wearing wolf skins, aren't you?" Ramses asks curiously, stroking Daedalus.

"That's right. We've already finished off most of them," he continues walking, leading his guests deeper into the village. "The attacks started in America, soon spreading to all corners of the globe. By the time we found the solution, each clan took charge, with both werewolves and half-wolves." They arrive at a very elegant room, dimly lit with neon lights. Several coffins are visible at first glance.

—Bro, I thought you had finished that nuisance back in 1600. — Cy questioned angrily.

—And I did, but I'm a vampire, not a wizard.

—What do you mean by that? —opening the coffins.

—Wizards have their tricks, they never work straight, I hate them. —He enters the coffin— Will you take care of me while I sleep?

"You're safe, I promise. All three of you will be safe. No one here will raise a hand against you." She kissed the back of Daedalus's right hand. "Sleep now. I don't know where you've traveled from. You're probably tired." They were about to close the sarcophagi when Artemis arrived.

—Artemis, my dear! As beautiful as ever—in the blink of an eye she lands beside him, inhaling his scent—that scent of yours that incites sin.

—But Daedalus, I wouldn't be able to disrespect my friend Darius or your dear Ramses. —He looks him in the eye— by the way— he takes out his tablet and shows some images of the necklace— do you recognize it?

—Of course, and I'm afraid to say that with just the advice I can offer you, we won't be able to participate, and of course I won't send anyone from my army to help.

"My army?" Cy says, annoyed. He receives the tablet from his brother and looks at the images. "Oh! I see."

—I want to know if we're talking about the same person or someone else. Daedalus puts his left hand to his chin.

• I killed him myself. You know, brother, that I brought his head to your feet. If not him, whose head would I bring to you? I don't want to interfere, but my credibility is at stake, my reputation, and I can't allow that. I am the firstborn son of Lilith, Lady of the Night, supreme commander of the nocturnal legions.