Greece, 1230BC

It had been three weeks since the man had been found in the woods, and they still didn't know his name. He refused to give it, stating they weren't worthy enough to know it. While it irritated Arcadius to be called human filth, amongst other things, he tolerated it, barely, but while it was degrading and offensive towards his sister, the happiness she got from caring for the sour man made him remain quiet.

Lysandra chewed on her bottom lip as she stared at the approaching full moon that hovered in the afternoon sky. One more night and it would be upon them, and more than likely the wolf men too. It was foretold that they could hunt an immortal one through their smell from a great distance away. That worried her. Would they track him here?

The man from the rocky surface behind her gave a scowl. "What are you staring at, child?" He spat and she glanced over her shoulder before looking back up to the blue sky. "The full moon will be upon us the night after this one," she murmured, but he heard her perfectly, his eyes narrowing in on her standing form near the cave entrance. "Is that fear I sense in you?" He hissed.

She turned, clasping her hands lightly over her stomach. Her eyes dropped to the dirt ground. "You do, yes, but not enough to give you up to them if they come calling. I won't do that." She stated quietly, walking back over slowly and taking a seat on the small rock beside him. His bandages had been recently changed, the previous ones soaked through with the tar like venom of the said moon monsters.

He scoffed, seemingly disbelieving her without hesitation. "You, a small, pitiful human girl, wouldn't turn me over to the beasts in order to save both you and your beloved brother?" He drawled cruelly and Lysandra raised her eyes to look at him. "We've been living on borrowed times for years. How long until they found us even if we didn't take you in? We would be slaughtered, or even worse, made to become like them? It isn't the first time they've changed someone we have known as a punishment? Arcadius would be turned like them without hesitation if they didn't kill us first for sustenance," she answered sadly. Her eyes flickered down to her hands, and he arched a brow. "And yourself? What would become of you, child?"

Lysandra looked at him, pain evident in her own eyes. "I would be turned, and taken to become a wife as one of them. I would be forced to breed more of the bloodline, those children then being turned when they became of age. It happens to most girls of villages they attack when they're lucid. The most beautiful ones are taken as brides and forced to bear the children of beasts in order to ensure survival of their species."

He raised a brow. "Rumours of such are just that, rumours." He drawled, suspicious. "How would you know such?"

A small smile tugged at her lips, a saddened one, a smile that even tugged at his cold, dead, sadistic heart. "I knew of a girl, Delphine, a few summers old than myself. They took her, and we were made to watch as they took her in a beastly way. The man who stole her virtue said he would be back in the winter to see if his seed had taken root inside her, and when he returned, she was heavily swollen with his demon child. He stole her away once more, and when she gave birth to that creatures offspring, he made a show of parading her around the village to show she had birthed this child. You could see on her face she had been broken by him, and then she didn't return, but you often heard tales of how she was onto her sixth child in just five years." She stated quietly.

The man was stoic and silent throughout it, and he looked at her as she continued speaking. "My brother doesn't know that I know, but I know they were there that night to steal myself and some other girls. They found the others, not me. They would have taken me in, groomed me so I would be willing when the time came, and then I would have suffered the same fate as Delphine. My mother said my beauty was a curse, even as a young child, a mere five winters old. She told me I would make men fall at my feet, that they would fight to have me. I laughed at her absurdity, but now, I wish I was the most horrific looking woman in the land, so the wolf men would still not actively seek me."

He eyed her for a moment before nodding, more to himself than to her. "Just another reason why such filth must be wiped out," he hissed under his breath, Arcadius rushing in with wild dark eyes. "Men approach from the east, bearing the marks of the wolf men!" He gasped out, his eyes wild with fright. He looked at the immortal. "You must hide. If they find you with us, or even a trace, they will kill us all, let alone the possibility of turning us to be like them!" He stated, or rather ordered.

The mans eyes narrowed but Lysandra was already moving to help him stand, a statement that would have been absurd and one he would have laughed off before killing her had he not been so weak and unsure of himself. She slipped her hand around his waist and struggled to help him through to the lowest reaches of the cave, one that was far too cold for her to remain in for but a moment. Arcadius rushed forward and slung his arm around the man too, helping his little sister to move faster in order to help hide the immortal man.

They managed to reach the lowest depths in under five minutes. There was a small lake of ice water, and Arcadius motioned towards it. "If you submerge yourself in that, they won't be able to smell you. I advise you do so if you want to live past this night." He stated, the man giving him a sneer at the order before he moved to do as he said, his head of light coloured hair disappearing beneath the black water.

Arcadius scooped her upwards in his arms, sprinting back up the rocky uneven steps towards the main cave where warmth engulfed them. She wriggled from his arms and began to hide the blackened bandages that littered the cave close to the stone ledge where the immortal had been laying upon for the past few weeks.

Her frightened blue eyes met her brothers darker ones. "What will they do?" She whimpered and his dark eyes softened, his tall body standing upright and pulling her in for a crushing hug, her face squashed against his muscular chest. Her body shook with terror and he smoothed a hand down her honey blonde coloured hair. "They won't do anything. Just keep calm," he murmured.

A snapping of branches outside the cave made her heart race, and she started trembling as a thick, tall man with dark bushy black hair and wild, evil dark eyes pushed back the branches that covered the cave entrance, his booted foot meeting the stone floor as he pushed his way inside, a few others following suit, each of them as unkept and animalistic looking as the first.

The man with the dark, cruel looking eyes gave a yellow toothed grin, his eyes sweeping over them both before they landed specifically on the trembling blonde tight inside her brothers embrace. That foul smile widened. "Well, well, well," he murmured, eyes brightening as they remained on Lysandra. "What do we have here?"