Part of the pack

41 || Becoming King

A King will have his way in his own hall, be it folly or wisdom.

- J.R.R. Tolkien

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The sky was covered in dark, ominous clouds as if omitting what the forest floor below them has been committing. Howls of deranged bitten wolves echoed against the woods with newfound hunger as they snap their fangs with each second.

Bestial monster creatures roamed the woods along with the mythical creatures that held protection against the small white town of Wilsbrein. Their goal in mind was to punish the evildoer that sent havoc to the human population and threatened to expose their species.

The animal living in the wilderness have done to great lengths to avoid the chaos that would ensue in just a few minutes.

A shadow of a man could be seen reflected on their keen sharp eyes, the moment the glow from the moon hit his face the raven wolf beside the humongous copper wolf they are associated with as their leader growled in his direction.

The familiar scar that runs down past his cheek and the eye that no longer follows any being had him knowing the person that arrived.

"It's nice to meet you again Lukka, it's been what? Three hundred years since we've last sparred?" His right eye glinted against the ocean of red eyes that he has infected. "You like the gifts I gave to you?"

His smile only offset him with ravenous anger that he cannot wait to rip his head off his neck and finish him off with a blow.

"Oh don't be like that, we've been sparring partners for a very long time, it hurts my feelings that you've never even thought of me this few months" he smirked, taunting them of how foolish they are and incompetent for taking this long on finding him.

Eyes that shone brightly blue were piercing to their eyes, howls rang into the forest ground that even the birds were scared enough to fly over the chaotic land.

The raven wolf that resembles the midnight sky transforms into a human, its bone snapping and turning till his jet black fur turns into that of a honeyed skin arm. His snout became thin lips that formed into a line and his eyes returned into their electrifying blue state.

"Why are you doing this Lexon?"

He doesn't know what his reason is for doing this crime but what he is clear is that this shouldn't be prolonged. They need to cut the root before it spreads its branches and milked the lives of the people in this town.

"Well, this is an experiment, don't think I did this because of revenge my friend. Don't think of yourself too high"

He never did, it was clear that the ambition in his eyes and the scale of his wrongdoings aren't enough to be sustained in this small town, it was crystal clear that he was doing something more. Much dangerous and will threaten the whole werewolf community.

"I need soldiers, one that would only listen to me and now I've found them" his teeth showed off in his smile, shudders from the triplets could be felt, and even he was disgusted at his insane thought.

Humans becoming monsters with no regard for life and death has become his puppets into fulfilling his crazy scheme.

"You're fucking insane" he gritted out, for soldiers to be needed they will be a war to be waged and they can not afford for it to happen.

The reason why they didn't contact many of the leaders of this pack was that larger packs tend to look down on those who have smaller members in their pack. The other is that when one pack claims land that they protect and conserve, the other packs would need to come into terms for them to pass on their lands, and even with problems that arose in one's land, there is no way another pack would get nosy and send help.

They each have their land and they protect it in their way with their members.

But now, it seems like they needed to let this known to other packs. This would be a disadvantageous thing if they didn't recruit help from other packs. Just for them to send volunteers to prevent other bitten wolves from roaming the land and infecting other humans would be a great help.

Maico seems to understand what's in his mind and barked at him before they turn their attention once more to the main reason for their headaches and troubles for the past couple of months.

"You better put a stop to that unbelievable thought of yours Lexon, you're not the only one who has dealings with a witch"

"What? So you've fucked a witch too?" He grinned as he watches his old member growling at him in hatred. "You know? Witches are great fuck too, I suggest you do one to release all that tension you have going on there"

His laughter reverberates around the forest halls, it was chilling but unlike the frigid winter, it was both numb and unnerving.

They couldn't attack him, they needed information, and the only thing they could do was to stand and wait for the enemy to attack first.

"Enough of that, I'll be leaving now. It was nice to meet you again, Lukka. If you wanted to be a part of my kingdom, I suggest you do it now. Enjoy my present!" Then he suddenly vanished into the air with a fog of black air clouding his entire form till it was gone to their eyes.

They didn't even get to move an inch at him and that's when they realized their legs were bound with roots that they didn't even know clung into their own.

Then an animalistic roar rang from in front of them, the bitten wolves were now unbounded with chains as they rushed like hungry stricken beasts craving for blood.

The forest witness a massacre and under the moonlight, the smell of rustic blood and the tearing of body parts flying across the air could be seen. Unlike the moon blessed wolves, the bitten infected wolves couldn't regenerate faster but their senses were more numb to pain. Their heads were only stating one goal, to fulfill their desire for blood.

The land that was once filled with you're white snow was now bathed in the blood of different humans that were unfortunate in their lives. Arms, legs, and even heads were found in every direction. Each of them was heaving after a gruesome fight, their claws dripping with hot thick blood that seems to penetrate against their skin.

"Make sure to pour the vial into them" it was a vial made by the witch, it was to present any evidence of massacre as it eats away the flesh of any being.

They may not have killed the root but they have now his true goal, one that they would rip out of him.

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