Lord Winters

Chapter One

The sound of ringing filled Karl's ears. A cold breeze filled his lungs. He hates the cold. "Ugh, what the hell." He muttered, slowly getting up. His hands were shaking as he slowly crawled to the ringing phone.

"Hello?" He horsed. Putting the phone to his ear It was cold to the touch.

"About damn time! Is the package secure? " The voice on the other side demanded.

"Package? What package? Where's Redfield? " He snapped back, confused.

"Who is this? This is a pri-" Before the person could finish, the phone cut off and died.

"Oh, no! What the hell is going on." Karl hissed. He stood up and looked at the damage. He grabbed the papers scattered around and read them closely. They were about him. His life and health. He tsked and threw the papers on the floor in blind anger. What the fuck was going on?

He was alone in his house reading some stupid "local" fairytale when he blacked out with a pounding headache. Redfield was the last person he heard apologizing to him for something. He never liked Redfield, but the man had done a lot for him, so he respected him. He looked around at some of the dead men, finding a flashlight and a pistol. He only had three bullets, so he had to use them wisely. The forest gave him some weird vibes that kept him on edge.

Karl started walking through the dead bushes. Dead branches scratch his body. Going wherever his feet take him. He needed to find some shelter and make a fire, so he didn't freeze his ass off. Could he die from frostbite? Maybe not. He doesn't want to test that theory.

He shivered again as he walked. The cold made him pissy and very upset. The sound of the snow crunching under his feet made it worse.

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Ethan was not having a good day. He knew it was coming and he tried preparing for it, but it wasn't enough. Now it was obvious that he hated Miranda with a passion. He didn't even try to hide it, but today, today was the worst. That witch took his daughter to revive her own.

At first, he didn't want children of his own because he knew this would happen. He knew it wasn't safe for anyone. He knew Miranda hated Mia ever since she first met her. Some bullshit about how she was going to 'steal her child away' or something. He loved Mia. She was kind and made him happy. He tried his best to keep their relationship on the down-low, but, of course, Miranda found out. No matter what they did. She found out and forced them to have a child. Mia was a brainwashed villager like the rest of them, and Ethan's life was in total control of Miranda. They both had to do her absolute bidding.

Mia soon died after birthing Rose. Ethan let her name their daughter in memory of her last moments. He cried for her and their baby. As he mourned Mia, Miranda had taken Rose. He was able to care for his baby for five months until the ceremony. allowing him to bond with her, only to rip her from his arm. showing that his life will always be in Miranda's hands. He didn't understand why she couldn't move on and leave everyone alone. The death of a child would always hurt a parent, but you shouldn't go to these insane lengths just because you can't move on. His daughter was in pieces, and she had the audacity to give him a flask. He would rip her head off if he could. He knew Rose was powerful and still alive. He could still fix her.

As he walked into the shredded village, he heard gunshots. There were people left. He quickly climbed on top of a roof and looked around for the source of the noise. There was a man with a shotgun, killing Lycans. Not his Lycans, thankfully. However, he was impressed. The man had a scruffy beard and his hair was tied up in a messy bun.

Soon more Lycans surrounded him, but these were the ones he helped birth and raise. They respect him and he loves them like his own pups. He's been raising them since before he met Mia. He whistled, catching everyone's attention. The Lycans looked at him and waited for a command. He nudged his head to the side, and the Lycans were quick to jump to his side.

"Are these nasty things yours?" The man below him sneered in a less than friendly manner. Ethan gave him a tired smile and shook his head.

"Some of them. I'd appreciate it if you didn't insult them, however. They do have feelings." Ethan said, petting the top of one of their heads. It nuzzled into his hand. Karl cringed at the sight and scoffed.

"Nothing but gross mutts that spread bloodshed." He spoke.

"Not mine. None of mine has been killing anyone without my word." Ethan said this with self-admiration. He was proud of his Lycans because they protected, not destroyed. That's how he wants Rose to be.

"It seems you had no problem attacking me." Karl glared at the blond. Ethan sat down on the roof and stared at the man. Some Lycans sat and others continued to wait for their commands.

"You're not from around here, are you?" He asked. Looking closely at the man, he could tell from his clothing and accent that he was right. That, and he doesn't recognize him. That was a little refreshing.

"You don't say. Can't you kindly fuck off and leave me alone. Why don't you keep your little mutts away from me while you're at it?" Karl said, reloading his gun. Ethan shrugged and stood up. The Lycans follow his lead.

"I bid you good luck then. Fair warning, though: the Lycans won't be the worst you'll face. This village is dangerous, and it would be a shame if you crossed paths with the wrong monster." Ethan mussed. Karl scoffed and glared at the blond who walked away with the Lycans. He sighed in relief and continued on his way. He was the first human-like thing he had seen this whole time, and he did not like him one bit. Something about him made him uneasy.

Karl was sure he'd met worse back in Louisiana, but he wasn't one to underestimate. If he did that, then he'd be a fool.