In the thousands, they set forth to find the source, hearing the call of the old one.
The sound traveled far and wide, across continents and through the thickest of forests. It was the howl of a wolf so ancient and powerful that it could only be the first.
The one above all.
When finally all of the packs joined together as one, the ancient one and her family made their agenda clear.
There would be no life, no peace, and no freedom for their kind unless they made it with their own hands.
They snuck into the city in the dead of night, flooding the streets of Volterra and surrounding the Volturi Castle.
After centuries of genocide committed against their kind and centuries of organizing in the shadows, it culminated in this act of rebellion.
Lycans would be prey no more.
The putrid smell of tainted blood stung the noses of the elite vampires within the stronghold. They rushed to defend their seat against the vile intruders.
It was too little too late.
"Do you remember me, old friend," the soft, feminine voice asked in Archaic Greek.
"Sweet, sweet Aro. You revealed yourself to be poisionous, long ago. Now, I must rid the world of you."
The ancient Volturi king was not accustomed to fear. For millenia upon millenia, it was he who struck terror in the hearts of mortals and immortals alike.
Now, held in the grasp of the first lycan to ever live, Aro stuttered and trembled.
With hair as black as onyx and eyes the color of midnight, she stared down at him with disappointment and ancient bitterness.
"S-Selene... I-"
"How could we forget you, you spiteful bitch," an armless and legless Caius hissed from the marble floor.
Selene's pack growled at his insult.
"The question is, how did you survive? Better yet, do you truly think you will escape justice for what you've done here?"
"The Volturi are feared and hated, Caius. Your existence is a nuisance, and I have no doubt that you will not be avenged."
Selene beckoned forth a blonde woman and man, both with eyes the color of glacial ice and pointed canines that glistened when they smiled.
"Rhea, Rodin, this is your father," Selene said with a small frown.
"He killed our entire family. He killed my husband. My mate. Orion."
Caius' scowl faltered as he took in the familiar faces of the two glaring down at him hatefully. The man was a mirror image of his own human father.
With his pristine memory, he recalled the night that could have culminated in creating the abominations before him.
Although he was arrogant and narcissistic to a fault, he internally cringed at the crimes he and his brothers committed against Selene and her pack.
"He is full of bitterness, loathing, and malice. He is a rapist. He is a genocidal maniac. But, he is your father. Say your goodbyes to him."
Caius' eyes widened as they approached with ill intent, but his stubbornness would survive until the end.
"I have longed to be in your presence, father," Rhea said sweetly. "Will you repent for your many sins and join us? Be the father you never were? Serve us indefinitely?"
He spat venom at her and that sweet smile disintegrated.
"You are no children of mine! You are abominations. No vampire would dare to let hybrids live amongst them. Kill me if you wish, but you will rue the day you were born."
Rhea nodded slowly. "I thought you might say that."
Rodin kneeled beside his father, finally seeing a mirror image of himself that was not his twin sister.
Yet, he felt nothing but hatred.
"You are our father, Caius," Rodin whispered.
"We will make you rue the day you raped our mother."
While the twins and the pack inflicted unimaginable pain upon the Volturi kings, Selene Lykos, the first of her kind and the queen of the lycanthropes, sat down upon her new throne.
As their screams echoed through the castle walls and into the streets of Volterra, it signaled the beginning of a new era for all supernatural beings.
The hour of the wolf had struck.
Within the coming weeks, the news spread quickly.
Across every continent, covens began to recieve queer smelling couriers. All bearing the same message.
"The Volturi... are no more," Tanya of the Denali Coven read aloud.
"The new queen, Selene Lykos and her heirs, summon all major covens to Volterra to hold court. You will arrive no later than a fortnight or you will be marked as a rebel. Safe travels."
Silence filled the cabin as her cousins and covenmates reeled from this information. None could fathom how the Volturi were overpowered.
With so many gifted, ancient vampires, it seemed impossible.
"Finally," Kate said, her lips slowly pulling into a grin. "They finally got what was coming to them, the bastards."
Carlisle cleared his throat.
"I understand that many will rejoice in their downfall, but there is still the issue of this new ruling coven," he said.
"We do not know who they are. Let alone, what new codes they plan to set forth. I would not be surprised if there is some sort of rebellion. This will throw everything off balance."
Kate frowned. "Perhaps, but we can all agree that the Volturi were corrupt."
"They were corrupt, but their rules were reasonable, and they worked," Tanya said, surprising everyone.
"You are both right, but I agree more with Carlisle. We can't rejoice in the Volturi's demise until we meet this new queen. Whoever she is, she could be worse than the Volturi."
A solemn, forboding mood settled over all in attendance as they pondered what the future had in store for them and their families.
All any of them wanted was to be left to their own devices and allowed to live free of fear. They hoped this regime would not hinder that.
"Alright, everyone," Tanya said, sighing.
"Start packing."