Claws of Fate

World Wars

Texas, 1914

The years had passed quietly since the Civil War, but there was always an undercurrent of restlessness among us. We had settled in Texas, keeping a low profile, trying to live normal lives by any means. But normal was never meant for people like us, not with the abilities we were cursed with.

James had a sense for these wars, a feeling in his bones that something big was coming. I felt it too, that familiar itch, the longing for combat even as I hated the pointlessness of it all.

I sat on the porch of the small farmhouse we found, the setting sun casting long shadows. The air was thick with the scent of wildflowers and the distant sounds of cattle. It was peaceful, but the peace felt fragile, like a glass that could shatter at any moment.

James walked up, a newspaper in his hand, his expression grim. "Morgan, we need to talk."

I looked up, already knowing what he was going to say. "Another war?"

He nodded, sitting down beside me. "Europe is on the brink. They're calling it a World War, It's only a matter of time before it pulls in the rest of the world. I feel like I should do something. I can't just sit here. when I know I can help."

I sighed, a mixture of resignation and anticipation. "I knew this was coming, I can feel it too but you're not going alone, James." As much as I hate these wars, I miss the combat. The thrill of the fight, but I would never openly admit that to them.

Victor joined us, his usual smirk in place. "So, what's the plan, Jimmy? We joining the fight again?"

James looked at the both of us, determination in his eyes. "I'm going to the registration office in the morning. I'm not going to force either of you to come, but I need to do this."

Victor's grin widened. "I'm in. This is exactly what I need."

I studied Victor for a moment, sensing the bloodlust in him. I looked down to see his nails coated in dried blood, he was out hunting again. It worried me, but I couldn't deny my own desire to be part of the action. "I'm coming too. I need to be there for you, Jimmy. Make sure you do nothing stupid."

My brother nodded, gratitude in his eyes. "Alright then. We'll do this together."

Somewhere in Europe, 1917

As the battle raged on, an explosion separated me from my brothers. I was thrown into a trench, my ears ringing from the blast. When I regained my bearings, I realized I was alone in the chaos.

"James! Victor!" I called out, but my voice was lost in the din of battle.

I forced myself to focus, closing my eyes and relying on my enhanced senses. I strained to hear the familiar rhythms of their heartbeats, the distinct scents marked them as my brothers. Slowly, I began to filter out the noise of war, honing in on what mattered most.

There-faint but unmistakable. The steady, determined heartbeat of James and the wild, erratic pulsing of Victor. I bolted towards the sounds, navigating through the carnage with single-minded determination.

I found them in the midst of enemy fire, pinned down but still fighting fiercely. I felt a rage grow inside of me and without hesitation, I charged into the fray, my claws slicing through the enemy soldiers like a whirlwind of death.

"Wolvie!" Victor's voice cut through the chaos. This was like the Civil War all over again, I always found myself having to cover my brothers' asses.

I felt the anger in me grow thicker as I slashed through the soldiers attacking them, my movements swift and deadly.