The Lycano Legacy

CHAPTER THREE REUNION

I couldn't believe it.....Iris....she looked so much like Mother that I thought this was a ghost. And, given my experience, I wouldn't be surprised.

"WHO ARE YOU!?! STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!"

This was painful for me. Here was my sister, evidently scared and trying to run. Then I saw the scars on her neck from that night.

"Iris it's your brother, it's me, Adam. Please try to remember."

"What are you talking about, I have no brother!"

Then she tried to hit me with the rake again, which I quickly avoided and I stepped closer, grabbing the rake and pulling it from her hand. The force I applied was maybe too much because it forced her into direct moonlight, then something wrong happened.

"No. No no no."

The moment she fell into the moonlight, she started convulsing, screaming and writhing around in pain ad her body was forced to change. I watched as her arms stretched and her face grew longer, hair growing all over her face and body. Then I realized what was wrong with this picture. The moment of transformation ended and in front of me stood, hunched over, a juvenile werewolf with pitch black hair. Then it turned to me and glared, sending chills down my back as I looked directly in it's eyes. THOSE GLOWING, BLAZING RED EYES FROM HELL.

That hit me in my core. My own sister became the same as my worst enemy. That son of a bitch turned my sister into a Devil Wolf. It ran away, heading towards the tree line most likely following the predatory instincts. I chased after it, being forced to shift myself, breaking down a mental barrier that kept the two parts of my brain in control. Soon my "other self" took over with the message 'you finally need me. So be it' it was like my normal voice, but also a deep, guttural growl mixed in that gave it the properties of a monster.

I ran faster, my body itself changing and shifting until I was a large black wolf with blazing yellow eyes, intent on capturing my prey. The only problem that arose with my first transformation was that something else awoke with my curse. Something more......primal. Needless to say, when I changed, He came out to play. And when He takes control, things don't end well.

I let my other self take control of my actions, but not my mind. I charged forward into the trees chasing after Iris, eventually stopping in a clearing by myself, Iris had disappeared but I could still feel that predatory glare. Sure enough, there was a sound behind me, my instinct told me that, and then I felt the full force of the monster slamming into me in a full tackle. The attack continued while I was slightly stunned. She was slashing madly which meant I was more able to dodge them. For someone of my experience, this was child's play. She was just swinging her arms wildly at this point. I decided it was time to end this. Ignoring the urge to slash at her jugular, and knowing she would survive, I delivered a quick uppercut to the beasts jaw with enough force to send a normal man flying upwards of ten feet. All my punch did to Iris in the state she was in however, was knock her out, eyes rolling up into her head as her body changed back to what it was before. My own body followed suit and I was left in the remains of my tunic I wear under my armor, the armor itself still being at the Inn. Tearing whatever was left off of me, I wrapped it around Iris' body in some attempt to preserve her modesty, people were sure to stare and that proved true once I got back to the Inn and the Innkeeper couldn't keep his eyes to himself, nor could he keep that look out of his eyes.

"Keep staring and I'll tear those eyes of yours out with a hot brand"

"Yes sir, sorry sir" he hurried off with terror in his eyes because he knew I wasn't lying. I laid Iris on the bed and dressed her in one of my spare tunics, you wouldn't believe how often I need to sew them up by the way, and covered her up under the blanket. I sighed and laid down on the floor and tried to go to sleep, but nightmares kept coming back no matter how hard I tried. These were different though, they didn't have me, or Iris or even our parents. It kinda looked like....holy Aloma.