"He was trying to leave," Ares growled. "Nobody leaves the War Dogs." And that rankled too, almost as much as daring to take his son. That a mere mortal, inducted into such an elite group, with such high prestige, would consider walking out, and not just walking out, but burning the bridge behind him as he went. To turn down Ares was deeply insulting. "Who would want to grow up mortal when they have the opportunity for greatness? He almost stole that future. He's lucky he was dead before I got my hands on him or he would have wished for it." He ground his teeth, feeling some of that vengeful fire coming back.