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Chapter 15 - When the Moon’s At It’s Brightest

EXT. CABIN

Scarlett overheard the commotion outside which was a few moments after watching her son train by the window. Drastically worried, Scarlett ran though the back door out to the porch. At first, she hadn't seen anything but when she looked to her left she clearly saw what was the old man burrowed under some debris. Scarlett ran over to the man and involuntarily began helping him. Whilst doing so she questioned the old man of her son's whereabouts as she hadn't seen him.

To rephrase the old man's response, "It all happened so fast. One second we're exchanging full blow for blow and the next...I was being flung around like a baseball bat by this..this..monster of overwhelming power."

The old man took a second to catch his breath but in that said moment Scarlett had a realization.

"(Scarlett looks at the old man) Are you saying my son shifted?"

The old man tensed up, probably from his injuries but he didn't elaborate on what exactly happened. Instead he stated 'he went full wolf' which could mean several things when it comes to shifting. Though extremely worried Scarlett didn't press the matter as much as she wanted to. Her fixation was on finding her son however, she also couldn't just leave the old man to fend for himself. 

Acting solely on instincts, Scarlett dragged the old man back inside the cabin. She had no time to pamper the him, instead tossing him on a nearby table. When she flipped him around, she tried registering the severity of his wounds. Three deep slashes where found on the backside of the man. From the looks of it he was healing but extremely slowly. Scarlett deciphered that the marks weren't just a physical attack, in fact, the full potential of the old man's healing factor was cut half— hence the slow healing. Scarlett was baffled, by the simple fact that she's never heard of a scenario were a wolf scratch had such causes.

Before push comes to shove, Scarlett quickly began doing all she could to patch up the old man. 

For instance, Scarlett had made this soluble cream that she rubbed along the old man's marks  which proved to help with the healing. Then momentarily, she chanted a few words before sprinkling pixie dust between the wounds. The amount of effort and energy it took for Scarlett to perform this task was quite tremendous, that it worn her out to the point where she fell over on her knees. And shortly after, she began sobbing.

EXT. FARMER'S FEILD

The Grimcrest members began moving. Due to the terrain of the battlefield (a large cornfield-like landscape) they had a lot of ground to cover, and their target had a lot of options to work with.

Geimcrest members started shifting and when they are fully transformed it was like looking at David and Goliath because one was slightly, not much, smaller than the other.

Flashback

'Don't get it wrong but you're both strong. However, together you're stronger, your battle-styles are a perfect fit for our target. Get the job done.'

- Grimcrest's leader, Argo to Slayer & Flixk

Present

In the wide open field, Grimcrest members charged at their prey, reaping up crops along the way and in no time, all three beasts were clashing. The Grimcrest members had two different plans to set into motion. The first, was overwhelming the prey with brute force. Blow after blow broke the sound barrier. Though unfortunately none of Grimcrest attacks were doing much to their target— and they were powerful wolves with unique shifting properties. The larger wolf could harden its fur and the smaller one would enhance its supernatural abilities. As far as the fight went, Grimcrest second plan was being set into motion.

This was a cautious approach, very strategic. The Grimcrest members would take turns fighting the beast. Each time one was pushed back the other was there to take their place. and so this went on and on and on until exhaustion struck the creature. Grimcrest plan worked, their prey broke. Unaware of its stamina, pushing itself to its absolute limit, built up to the creature's downfall. The creature was tossed around like a hot pizza on a tray. They even went as fas as to holding the beast in place just to break its leg by stomping in the joints. You could actually hear the crack as they did so.

And you know, the creature didn't let out a yelp or anything. It just sat there enduring all the pain, all the pain and suffering they dealt into— a process call seasoning. Werewolves at the time did this a lot. Inflicting pain in the worst possible ways to their enemies. It's starts with a beat down, then torture before an outright, cold-blood kill. So as the larger wolf stood there holding the beast, the smaller one inflicted all the pain. From slashing to stabbing to gouging pieces of flesh from the creatures torso. Each time the smaller wolf did so he would comment 'this was long overdue' that the creature had it coming ever since messing with one their members.

Not too long after the creature began showing signs of death. It's light began to fade, caving into a tunnel. Ignoring everything that was happening, the creature stared at the end of that tunnel. The light grew dimmer and dimmer as life itself started to vaporize. When it came down to that little spark, that little tiny light, the dimming stopped. The light began to thump rapidly, burning brighter and brighter and brighter...until.

Freidich awoke, this entire time he wasn't entirely conscious.

Grimcrest members immediately paused when they noticed the growling. Next come was the immense steam that radiated from Fredich's healing. The members inadvertently stepped back as they were just as confused as you and me. Slowly and slowly as Freidich woke up all his injuries disappeared within a matter of seconds and he sort of changed forms, going down on all four kinda of like the actual wolf. He retained his pitch-black fur which glistened under the moon— it was at its brightest.

After a moment of uncanny silence, the wolf opened his eyes. A starry red gaze looked down upon its enemies.

"Am I in the presence of a True Alpha?" both staring, shared the same thought.

Until one uttered, "Get out, get out, get out, get out, get out of my head!" And you know as he did that, both Grimcrest members forcibly began to shift back— shift back to their human form. When they did, their legs to them felt like noodles and if you could imagine, they were so scared that they fell to ground before curling into a ball— think of it like a baby in the uterus.

With a digitigrade walk, Freidich, now aware of both his form and situation, quietly made his way over to the demoralized victims. Progressing to pat his nose against the smaller ones' head. He telepathically said,

"Take me to your leader."