Chapter 1: Awaken The Wolf

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Tyler

It wasn’t just another stroll at the park—I was running for my life. My breath was chafed, my heart rate driving my adrenaline. I didn’t dare to look back behind me at the four guys chasing my tail, because if I did, I’d lose my stride. They were faster than me, stronger—my stampeding feet struck the soaked earth, the soil growing wetter and wetter the further I went down into the woods. I was starting to lose clearance, the full moon over my head blocked by thick foliage. My vision suffered for it, getting lost in the clutter of leaves and branches bent on slowing me down. I had to imagine how bulldozing through this mess would cripple me in the long run, because the more I ran, the closer I felt them getting to me.

My path grew hazy, and I was running out of options. I continued to bolt down this forest rain with my backpack like I had a hit on my head, underneath a clapping thunderstorm, where I had to ask myself why these guys from my school wanted me dead. I had no fucking idea who they were, barely noticing them in my first day of school in Darwin State, where after school they had made it their personal business to stalk me. I couldn’t shake them off, no matter where I turned. And I wouldn’t let them follow me home, which led me here, being prey to their homicidal urges.

Why me though? I was just an outcast, a no body, some random nerd on campus. A twenty-year-old, six-plus framed, native of Jersey. I had been sitting alone in the cafeteria, eating my lunch, when this drop-dead gorgeous girl had randomly taken a seat near me at my table. Blond hair, bright amber eyes, with a body of a swimsuit model. She had taken interest in me, but I had to ask myself why. I was clearly out of her league—some scruffy, lanky, four-eyed, recluse shadow in the background. The only thing I had going for me was my bravado, and I had a mouth on me, with a matching baritone that told people I meant fucking business.

So for her to approach me like that, it had been out of my norm, to have anyone come and talk to me willingly, especially someone as beautiful as her. At the time, I’d thought nothing of it, until she told me I looked familiar. Like, she’d seen me from a picture somewhere. She’d wanted to gauge me, to lay her suspicions to rest. I’d kept telling her she had the wrong guy, that I’d moved into town only two years ago. Before that, I was at an orphanage, lost to the outside world. She’d insisted, and requested my name, so I’d given her one.

Tyler Albercht.

Don’t ask me why her face went paler than a bed sheet. Her jaw had dropped, the blond looking at me like I’d stabbed her or something. She’d turned over her shoulder, to the table of guys on her right, the same guys who were chasing me down right now.

It couldn’t have been a fucking coincidence. My name meant something, and I had no idea what. After she had made up this bullshit excuse to leave, her guy friends did too. Little did I know, they’d been stalking my every move, from leaving campus, to running my errands, until I waited at the park, hoping that they’d leave.

I’d let my machismo get the best of me. I should have called the fucking cops. At least that way I could have made it back home alive. Now, I was sure I’d die here, because I was cornering myself, leading all five of us to a dead end, where I started panicking at the huge boulder in my way.

But before I could even get there, one of those guys zipped in front of me…

His speed, too fast to be human, or maybe my paranoia was giving this douchebag too much credit. He intercepted me with a side kick, and I ducked in time, the head of his shoe slicing through my suspended black hair. I followed up with a straight jab into his face, standing my ground. And with my luck, he ate that shit no problem. He countered with his own straight jab, making my head ricochet back, flinging my glasses right off my face. My teeth cut the inside of my mouth, the taste of my own blood firing me up. But it didn’t matter how hot-blooded I was. It was four against one—the odds were against me.

In my slightly blurry vision, I saw that their ring leader made a full stop, crossing his arms over his chest with a patronizing look on him. He just stood there and watched as his goons were taking care of business, bringing me down, making me weak. I felt swamped, my offense quickly being reduced to defense. I had no angle to sweep these guys under the rug, and when they struck, they struck hard.

In no time at all, I was reduced to blocking my face with my crossed arms—sheer flight or fight moment. But I couldn’t run anymore, the three guys keeping me in their ring, beating the living shit out of me.

The taller one with the black hair took advantage of being outside of my view, grabbing me by my hair from the back, letting his friends take turns denting my ribs in like a fucking punching bag. He tried bringing me to my knees as I tried blocking those rib shots, each one bringing me down, my stamina leaving me. I was being reduced and I couldn’t do anything about it, and when they got tired of striking my broken chest, they went for my face.

One blow after another.

I’d been standing up this entire time, until the prick from behind me kicked my knees in. Then the blond one in front of me capitalized, swinging a hard kick into my jaw, finally dropping me on the muddy ground. I ate dirt, and blood—the fucker even knocking a tooth out of my top jaw. I writhed and winced, while the others chuckled and grinned at my suffering.

They were something worse than bullies, something worse than egotistical hot heads.

They had a vendetta, and I didn’t know why.

I was about to die here without any closure. And just when I thought things couldn’t get any more confusing, the ring leader approached me with his fangs and claws extracted.

W-what the fuck…

I was living in my own fucking nightmare, the bastard marching at me heated. The same guy from behind me scooped me up, my body limp and beaten down, my numb face red and bruised. He held me there as I tried to fight it, their leader with that vicious grin coming up at me, grabbing me by the collar.

“Ah, that red suits you, Albercht,” he growled. “I’m gonna have the greatest satisfaction in getting rid of the last of the Sire family name. Pretty stupid that you didn’t go very far, huh? Didn’t even bother changing your name. Are you that confident, or are you just a damn idiot?”

I didn’t know… what the fuck this prick was talking about…

“The New York state is ours. Always has been. Now, allow me to give you a one way ticket to your father. Do me a favor—when you see him in hell, give him my warm regards!”

What a brazen remark, one that had me reliving the flashbacks of my horrific past. It heated me up, my face churning at him. I jerked my body an inch closer, spitting the blood his friends spilled at his face. The prick didn’t see it coming, tilting his head back, making a big show about it, too.

He was disgusted, wiping my bloody saliva off his twisted face.

“Go to hell, you piece of shit! Fucking coward!” I snipped, watching that glare on him turn primal. His amber eyes got ten times brighter, his face slightly elongated into something resembling a canine’s. It made me go numb, my eyes growing as the horror show in front of me unfolded. He gave a loud growl, this guy surging up muscles out of nowhere. I couldn’t understand what the fuck was happening, and I was halfway from convincing myself that I was seeing things.

But no, this was real. All of it, down to the beat down he’d leave me with.

That first slice at my chest made my back arch and my lungs cave in. I snapped my eyes shut and clenched my jaw in, grunting in intense pain. He didn’t space out those claw slashes either, one following the other with no remorse. He tore through my soaked shirt, my skin, my muscles, my fucking soul. Every ripple was like maddening fire burning through me from the inside out, and I had no choice but to stand there and burn.

My body couldn’t take it anymore, my stinging breath crying out in total misery. The guy behind me finally dropped me, my limp body covered with blood, sweat, and cold rain. I was going to die here, on the muddy ground, behind a rock and a few friendly trees nice enough to hide my indecency.

I couldn’t tell you if I was still alive, I didn’t register any breathing. I just laid there, my mutilated chest staring at the full moon, my body going on a fitful tremor. My vision clouded, and I could feel my face growing pale. My body was turning blue, the loss of blood sure to kill me. The prick took two steps my way, a patronizing grin on his face as he licked my blood clean off his fingers. “So fucking sweet!” he taunted. “You can run, Albercht, but you can’t hide. It was only a matter of time before the Lotus found you.”

What the fuck was he still on about?

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I only tuned in so I could gain some clarity here, because it didn’t make sense that this bastard wanted to do me in for no reason.

Like I said, I wanted closure, I wanted an explanation for this fucking chaos.

But as I laid there with the rain kissing my face, I knew I wasn’t about to get one. I was dying, my heart-rate dropping, the sight of the moon reflecting off my eyes fading the longer I stared at it.

Until… it turned this vibrant bloody red…

That’s when everything bombarded me at once.

It was like a calling, or something igniting me, this deep pain in my chest to spring me right out of the grave. I snapped my eyes open, this beast inside me not having any of it! I was fucking fuming inside, filling up with rage, letting this overwhelming surge of power run through my swelling veins.

I had a bonfire in me explode. My pupils dilated, my vision growing clear. Super clear, crisp—so vivid that I could see the darkness in this motherfucker’s soul! My sense of smell also heightened, to where I could pick up the scent of their fear. I heard every dropping step, every crunched leaf, every wave floating through the wind, every rain drop stamping the floor—it was overwhelming but powerful, the taste of blood in the air exciting all of my senses.

I gave them a war-cry they’d never forget, the primal instinct in me eager to break through my skin. And then, something crazy started happening to me, my body taking another course.

I was transforming…

“What the fuck?” I barely heard the prick mumble, him and his friends taking a step back before they looked up to the red moon. “Shit, you gotta be kidding me!”

No jokes, just a ride—and while there was pain with power, I had a vague idea what was next.

I didn’t even bother explaining it to myself. I just let it happen—my bones stretched, my chest expanded, I was getting packed with muscle. Soon this black coat of fur started growing on me, and I could feel my face breaking out into a muzzle. I gained height, strength, and everything in between. And while I was damn near petrified about wolves, I was becoming one.

And soon, they shifted too.

Three grey wolves, and one bigger black wolf, the leader being the latter.

My mind didn’t try processing how all five of us went from humans to canine monsters in a matter of seconds. In fact, I was all for it, anything that’d give me a second shot in bringing these motherfuckers down! The head beast matched me in height as I got up on all fours, with my snout rolled back, and my fangs frothing with hunger. I looked back at them seething with rage. There was no question about it; I needed to make this fight even, going for his friends first, who stood there ready to be devoured. This form made it easy, rising from the dead as a villain type shit.

I drew blood, snapping at the darker grey one by the neck, ready to counter the reinforcement who was rushing in to help him. He yelped, then I used his body as my cover, swinging him like a rag doll into his friend. I didn’t let go, feeling my fangs clamping inside him, letting his blood pool inside my mouth. And when the lighter grey one leaped into the air, I finally released my teeth, chucking the bastard into his spring-happy buddy.

I watched them crash down, the leader standing there conflicted. I bet he wasn’t expecting me to make a show out of his pathetic friends, but I did, and wouldn’t stop a beat until I confirmed they were all dead.

And I mean, dead dead.

The leader flung his head a command for his remaining two goons to come at me, and I gladly accepted the challenge. I was faster than them, stronger, and willing to rip through each one. I drew my claws at the first one who dared to come at me, the smallest of the three, slicing his left eye through. I didn’t leave room for him to retaliate, quickly biting into his jugular, and ripping the chords from his throat like ripping through paper.

Finally, the head bully had enough and intervened.

He charged at me with hellish speed, the death of his comrades triggering him. It fazed me none, and I’d dodge him like a fucking plague. I had to play this strategically, rushing down his friend instead, who still came at me like I wasn’t about to paint this grove red with his blood. I allowed the leader to follow me into a tree, and I bounced off the trunk to evade him. My hind legs pivoted, where I got a nice shot of the other guy’s leg mid leap.

I snatched him out of the sky, followed by a downward slam into the ground.

He shouldn’t have been so eager to follow his leader like that. I wasn’t playing around, tearing through the lighter grey one with no remorse, holding him down with my weight as I enjoyed  eating through his neck.

The head bully suddenly stood his ground and howled, right into the blood moon, as if to call his pack.

Which meant, I was running out of time.

The wolf under me capitalized on my distraction, jabbing his leg straight into my jaw and fighting me off. The coward rushed to hide behind the bigger black wolf. I gave him that, realizing the black one had somehow clipped my right foot, but he wouldn’t slow me down. I was bleeding out, so I needed to wrap this fight up, desperately flinging myself at the last of his goons, tousling for all of two seconds before I tore his neck out.

And that’s when the prick finally caught me.

He charged at me so hard that I flew off the dead dog, crash landing a few meters away from the bloody scene. Somehow the death of his friends brought him at a peak, one that I couldn’t keep up with. He was slashing and biting at me at all different angles, making me weak. Whenever I peeled him off me, I found myself dropping back down again. He was grappling me, making sure he was on top at all times. And it didn’t help that it was raining either, the slosh caking underneath my feet resisting my attempts at getting up. The terrain was muddy, and it was the only advantage he had over me—that, and the fact that he was slightly heavier, packing on more muscle. I couldn’t get my fours into his chest fast enough to buck him off, the bastard finally snatching a chunk off my neck.

Holy shit…

He had a strong bite, the black wolf cocking his head back to deliver another one, before something lunged at him from the side.

A streak of black?

That shit came out from nowhere.

I wouldn’t complain, though. I was seconds away from being wolf food…

That fucker had gotten me good, my throat pouring blood. I was so weak that I couldn’t bring myself to get up, my body shaking as I tried to tilt my head to watch the crazy fight between my guardian angel and that bully from school.

Unfortunately, I wouldn’t stick around to see the ending, my consciousness tapping out, calling it quits for tonight.

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