Simon ran inside to look for a mirror. Finally finding one, he was shocked by what he saw. Not only had his height grown exponentially, his features became more refined and sharper. Simon went from being short, skinny, and geeky looking to having decent height, light muscle, and an above average face.
"Wow..." Simon started feeling his body all over to make sure that it was real.
"It's pretty great, right?" Ambrose's voice sounded out from behind; "Go find Brett, I instructed him to teach you how to use your abilities."
"Umm... alright. Can we talk about this whole Werewolf thing later?" Simon asked carefully.
"Sure."
Ambrose left Simon to Brett and climbed up onto the roof to enjoy nature. It was cold, but the cold meant nothing to Ambrose. There was also no wind. Ambrose laid his head down and accidently fell into a light sleep.
Ambrose was having a dream once again. This time it was something different, it was not a memory but something else entirely. A silhouette of a Werewolf and another creature can be seen standing in the ruins of a city. A burning smell permeated through the city along with the scent of death.
The silhouette and the creature slowly came into view. Ambrose was stunned as the Werewolf looked very much like himself, but Ambrose was more concerned about the creature next to it. The creature looked like a wolf, except it was way too large. It's fur was the color of blood that contrasted heavily with it's light blue eyes. The power emanating off of the wolf was simply suffocating. If Ambrose was to compare it to anyone, it would be Astar. Such a creature was following this Werewolf.
'Is that me?' Ambrose began to wonder as he looked at the Werewolf.
Suddenly, the Wolf shook it's body violently as something flew off of it's fur.
SPLAT!
What looked like blood violently splattered all over the surroundings, revealing the Wolf's true colors. It had pure white fur instead of the blood red color that Ambrose had thought it had. Ambrose found that the Wolf had an uncanny resemblance to the pup that wandered to his doorstep.
'That can't be... right?' Ambrose thought, as he compared the adorable pup to the bloodthirsty wolf in front of him.
The wolf abruptly stopped and stared in Ambrose's direction before huffing and sending it's power towards him.
Feeling the unstoppable force about to collide with him, Ambrose tried to dodge, but then realized that he was stuck in a dream. Before he could react, the force propelled him into the darkness.
HUFF!
HUFF!
Ambrose's eyes shot wide open as he wiped the cold sweat off of his face.
WOOF!
Hearing a sudden noise behind him, Ambrose jumped and put his guard up. He looked around warily only to find the wolf pup staring at him with serious eyes. Now that Ambrose can see the pup, he can definitely see the resemblance between it and the wolf from him dream.
'Now that I think about it... this pup got this close to me twice without me noticing. I thought it was just an ordinary pup but now I think it might be Supernatural... or at least it has the bloodline of Supernatural's.' Ambrose thought to himself. He suddenly felt his intuition tingling, telling him to attempt to communicate with the pup.
He then crouched down and said in a gentle voice; "Bark twice if you can understand me."
WOOF!
WOOF!
Ambrose's eyes widened in shock as the pup responded to him. He quickly had another idea and scooped the puppy up and brought him back inside the house. Ambrose found an alphabet and placed it in front of the puppy.
"Now, I know you're not a normal wolf. Can you explain what you are by pointing to these letters?"
WOOF!
The pup barked enthusiastically as it stuck it's tongue out in an adorable manner. It started to press it's right paw on different letters one by one until it formed two words.
'Divine Wolf'
Ambrose was shocked as this was the first time he heard the word 'Divine' come up in any conversation having to do with the Supernatural world.
'I'll have to ask Astar when he come back.' Ambrose sighed but then he saw that the pup press it's paws again, 'hungry' was the word that was spelt out.
Ambrose shook his head and smiled; "Didn't I just feed you?"
The pup narrowed it's eyes and protested by jumping onto some furniture and rubbing it's fur all over.
"Okay! Okay! Let's go eat, come on." Ambrose was quickly defeated by the pup, who raised it's head up high to celebrate it's victory.
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In the forest, Brett was teaching Simon the basics of being a Werewolf. Simon threw a flimsy punch at Brett, only to be deflected and then pushed onto the ground.
"Ugh... can't you be a little bit softer?" Simon asked as he massaged his back.
"No. You're far too weak. You throw punches like a child." Brett said as he whipped his left leg at Simon.
BANG!
Simon blocked the blow correctly, but the difference in strength still had his bones vibrating.
"FUCK! Why do I feel like you're holding some kind of grudge?" Simon asked as he struggled to keep his shaky arms up.
Brett didn't respond and threw a front kick, which Simon easily dodged. Simon found an opportunity and landed a power shot straight to Brett's jaw.
BANG!
Brett's head snapped back, it seemed like the blow was effective. Simon had a triumphant smile on his face, but that quickly faded when he saw Brett's terrifying face.
His eyes were glowing yellow and there was a trace of blood on his lips.
"Oh shit..." Simon quickly retreated a few steps back, trying to gain some distance, but it was too late. Simon felt pressure on his chest and was sent flying about 30 feet before tumbling and eventually stopping.
COUGH!
Simon spit out a bit of blood and looked up fearfully at the terror that was heading his way.
Brett's ice cold face was void of any emotions, he only said one thing; "You. Are. Dead."