Mortem's Story

Chapter 3:

Eight months later...

Another full moon. Ah, the night of freedom and bloodshed and deadly, nearly unstoppable hunger for werewolves. Over the past few months, I had given my werewolf self a name, 'Mortem', and had gotten better at controlling the wolf. Now then, this was the night. The night I would go to his family, get them to accept me. Who cared that I was several times bigger than a human, and a lot hairier? All I wanted was to go back home and live with my family again. 

I traveled on the familiar road to my home, letting the moonlight wash over me. I eventually reached the edge of my family's property, and jumped over the fence with ease. As I neared the house, I spotted a small figure, whose face I recognized. It was Rolan, my younger brother. "Rolan! Rolan! It's me! I'm here!" I called, running toward my brother, a big grin on my face, my arms outstretched to give my younger brother a hug. 

Rolan spotted me coming toward him and screamed, running away. I followed him, my claws flashing dimly in the moonlight. "Rolan! Wait!" Another figure appeared on the path. It was my father. "Rolan! Get behind me!" he said. "Father! It's me! I'm here! I'm back! I-I'm not dead!" I said, my voice sounding horribly not human. "Get back, you beast! I've already lost one son to you, and I won't lose my other one!" 'Oh no. Father, no! I'm not-I'm not him! Father, please! No!' Father loaded a gun that he had brought with him. 

Father aimed, and fired. 'Father! No!' "No! Please, Fath-AAAHH!" The first bullet slammed into my monstrous throat, the second and third into my collarbones. The fourth caught me in my side. "AAAAARRRRHHHH!!!!" With a agonized roar, I collapsed, the bullet in my throat making it almost impossible for me to breath. 'Father...why?' I barely saw a traveling caravan pull up, and a man in a fancy suit get out of the caravan. I barely saw the man hand my father a bag of money, and I barely felt the hands of several people grab me and throw me roughly into a cage, shutting the door and locking it, then putting a thick canvas over the cage, blocking any light that might come through. 

The last thing that I saw before passing out was my brother's face, smiling meanly at me. Rolan was wearing my old olive green cloak. I remembered that I had on the silver cross necklace, which was actually Rolan's, but we had switched the things we were given as a prank. We thought it was funny. Now it wasn't. The little sneak had stolen my cloak and run off, leaving me to change into this... this monster who wasn't like me at all. 'The little snake! He stole my cloak!' Then everything went black.