The war between the gods and Titans is over and Seth had recovered his memories to find out he is the eldest son of Kronos and a powerful Titan called Theron. He betrayed the Titans and saved Olympus, then willingly descended into Tartarus to revive his family. Now alone in the Pit he must find the other Titans before the gods descend into another war, one that threatens the world.

Here is the second book! I am honestly surprised at how fast the first one was finished. I expected it to be going on for more than a year. So now Theron is in Tartarus and has a very big responsibility.

Disclaimer: In no way do i own anything but Theron, the DireWolves, and some types of monsters that i have introduced in this story

Chapter 1 - Beginning

Weeks had passed and Theron had set out with a vengeance to find the other Titans. First he sent out word that all monsters in the Titan Army were to relocate to Othrys, and then he left the walls of the Black Fortress and ventured out to find the DireWolf Pack and his children. DireWolves were possibly the best trackers available for Theron to use. He knew that to find all of the Titans within a year he would have to do some favours for Tartarus. The primordial was unable to do some things since he was a bottomless pit, but Theron could easily go destroy some monsters that had pissed off the primordial of the Pit and in return he would tell Theron where some of the Titans were. Theron knew that Tartarus didn't like having Titans roaming around and tried to get them out of the Pit, but they had set up a fortress and basically an entire civilization. Theron was the Titan of Hunting so he could try to track the DireWolves and find his children whilst requesting that the pack help him find the Titans, but there were many wolves that travelled on their own and several different monsters that resembled wolves – including Werewolves, or Lycanthropes. Theron had been at the top of Lycaon's hit list ever since the Werewolf King had first met him. Lycaon believed that the ruler of monsters should be someone who was a monster, and he was a perfect candidate. The Titan and the werewolf were always at each other's throats and could never avoid a fight whenever they met. That presented Theron with his first main obstacle. Somehow Lycaon had heard that Theron was in Tartarus alone and took that as a sign. Every few minutes Theron would hear a werewolf howl as he tracked a wolf by its paw prints. DireWolves were usually larger than Werewolves, and that was the only way to tell their tracks apart. Theron could tell he was nearing the wolf as the prints were fresher. He turned a corner a quickly ducked his head as something flew at him. He sighed before flicking his wrist and the werewolf erupted into flames. The fire lit up the dark landscape like a bonfire and howls echoed around. Theron sighed before wielding StormWraith and Valour as he marched towards the howls, intending to destroy the werewolves.

There, stretching for almost half a mile was a whole encampment of werewolves. Theron scowled and walked closer. He vaporised the entire camp from the incredibly safe distance of a few yards from the nearest tent. He smiled as he continued intending to find more tracks, happy that he had stopped nearly a hundred werewolves from entering the surface world.

There was a reason the Titans were considered as the 'Apex Predators' of The Pit. They were the strongest species in Tartarus, not counting Typhoon. Only foolish beings attacked them, or other Titans. Werewolves were an annoyance to Theron, nothing more. Wars between Titans happened frequently. They were very prideful and wouldn't hesitate to attack if someone insulted them. Theron would be a main target of the Titans, both off the council and on it, but the Titans didn't want to upset his father. Kronos was famed for his anger and most of them were afraid of invoking his rage.

Theron sighed as he tried to locate another set of tracks, this time taking care to make they were DireWolf ones before setting off to follow them. He didn't really want to test Koios' philosophy that a Titan couldn't be harmed by his domain. That last werewolf had been far too close to biting him for his liking. After narrowing in on a set of tracks that were far too big for a werewolf, Theron set off again. He walked for days, gradually getting closer to the DireWolf and only stopped to destroy any werewolves that he came across. He noticed his power very slowly decreasing and couldn't sense as many monsters as there would usually be in The Pit. It wasn't a very big drain, but it was enough that Theron could feel it. The Titan could sense when something was wrong with his domains, and when monsters aren't dying something is definitely wrong.

The tracks led straight through the Reforming Grounds and Theron looked at every orange bubble for any Titans. The monsters inside them seemed to sense Theron's presence as he walked by, several of the monsters burst from the bubbles as he approached. Theron felt power emanating from a certain spot a few hundred feet in front of him. He sped up into a run, leaping over several dracaenae and a hellhound emerging from orange bubbles. It took him a few short minutes, but eventually he was looking down at a Titan slowly reforming. He easily recognised his cousin, though he was annoyed that he had found that certain Titan first. He sighed and moved on, remembering to come back to his cousin once he had finished negotiating with the leader of the DireWolf Pack. Knowing that certain Titan, Theron would be more likely to destroy the pack with his cousin by his side, other than utter a single word to them.

After a few more hours of tracking the DireWolf, Theron noticed the tracks were deeper and further spaced as if the wolf had broken into a run. Another two pairs of tracks were beside it. The Titan quickly deduced that the wolf was being chased and he broke into a run, intending to help it if the wolf needed. As he ran Theron was thanked by many monsters, whilst others ignored him and the Titan knew they had found out about his 'gift' to the gods. Mortals were probably screaming in terror right about now, he thought grimly. What he had done was actually a gift, if the gods used it correctly and managed to calm down the mortals soon.

He heard growling and snapping ahead, took StormWraith off his back and barrelled into the first monster he saw that was fighting. Without checking what creature it was, he stabbed it and quickly moved onto the next one. There were a couple of DireWolves that were fighting almost a dozen werewolves, Theron arriving turned the odds into the favour of the DireWolves and the werewolves were soon dealt with.

The DireWolves lowered themselves into a bow as soon as the last werewolf was killed. "Thank you, Lord." They said in unison. Theron had gifted the wolves with the ability to speak after none of the Titans had understood and he had to constantly interpret their words.

"You need not bow to me," Theron said as he slung StormWraith onto his back.

"What are you doing so far from Othrys, Lord?" One of them asked curiously.

"Firstly, stop calling me 'Lord'," Theron ordered. "And secondly, I need to speak with the Alpha as soon as possible. Could you tell me where your camp is?"

"There is no need, Theron," The oldest wolf said. "We were going there before the moon wolves attacked us. We can take you there if you would like?"

"That is a good idea," Theron nodded. "Thank you." The wolves nodded before running off, Theron quickly dived forward and morphed into a DireWolf before following them.

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