Gray rushed through the woods with his family and pack.
However, no matter how fast he ran, he was not fast enough.
A race on two legs could not compete with the speed and competence of four.
Even Duster and Cherry passed him by.
At this point, Gray was already very pissed off
Especially because of the rotten egg on his face.
He couldn't help but stop to wipe his face and clothes at a small forest stream.
He sighed at the annoyance of the immaturity displayed by the other children
Then again, he did not mind too much.
Bullies existed on all cultures. It was just insecurity and a urge for attention, nothing more.
Grey removed his shirt and washed it clean by the water side.
However, at this moment, he noticed something up ahead on one of the trees.
It was a fine cut on a tree not so far away from him.
Gray could not believe what he was seeing.
This cut, although small and curvy, was actually a method of passing messages.
It was a secret amongst Hunters. The way it was made, would seem to an unsuspecting person like a cut made by an animal of the forest marking it's territory.
For this reason, even Werewolves were unaware of it.
After all, it was a method that he invented himself in his former life.
It was used amongst Hunters to show that a particular area had been passed and considered safe from supernatural creatures by Hunters.
It was also a mark for other Hunters to follow, in case they lost their way.
Gray touched the curvy mark. From the look and slightly wet feel of it, it was most likely done two days ago.
One strike of the mark indicated hunters had passed, two strikes of the mark showed that hunters had followed.
Most hunting teams moved in parties divided into two and separated by few days to a week mark period.
This was for the sake of safety and the opportunity to enact revenge.
Gray chuckled lowly when he saw this.
Finally, Hunters.
With how deep they lived in this forest, meticulously guarded by engineered forces of the older Weres with strong bloodlines, Hunters had never found their village.
In fact, Gray was sure that Hunters were aware of their existence.
However, he had finally found evidence that Hunters had gone through this path.
At least, the first group.
Hunters had finally arrived.
Gray whipped out a pocket knife. This was the knife he had used to carve the wooden doll for his siblings.
A gift, given to him by his mother on his sixth birthday, in expectancy of his Bloodline awakening.
Gray chuckled lowly as he made specific adjustments to the mark on the tree.
When he was done, he took one more look at it and smiled at his handy work.
"Brother Gray!" A tiny innocent voice called to him.
He turned around. It was his younger sister Cherry.
"What you doing? Mama and Papa are waiting for you."
"It's nothing," he turned around and rushed into the woods.
Cherry took one more look at the tree, unaware of what the cuts old or new were.
She turned around and followed him into the woods.
Finally, he made it to the spot where the others were gathered.
"There he is... The little star of the day."
It was a familiar voice, loud and audacious.
Dan, Gray's elder brother swung from tree to tree as if stalking his prey.
Gray looked around to spot him. He did but Dan was still too fast.
He suddenly jumped on Gray from behind, shamelessly sitting on his back.
Gray fell to the ground.
This was a tropic region, it was normal for the ground to be wet, and now, Gray's clothes were dirty again.
"Get the fuck off me, Dan!"
Grey complained, but he could barely move.
Dan had quite the weight and size, and Gray was a bit too skinny and little for his age.
"Oh! Really? That's not a very nice thing to say to your loving big brother that loves you so much he thought it nice to sit on you!"
Dan chuckled lightly.
This was not the first time Dan was bullying him in the name of affection.
Gray had tried to stand up to him many times, but Dan had very impressive bloodline. In fact, many of the elders speculated that he might one day become an Alpha after his own father.
Bloodlines were of six stages: Regular, Special, Unique, Legend, Epic, and Divine.
Each one had the possibility of evolving depending on the blood concentrated purity of the Were.
Bloodline was everything to supernatural creatures. It stated their standing and status in their societies.
This clan of Werewolves was small, only over a hundred. This was including women and children.
Most members of the clan had Regular Bloodline, with a few elders having special and only two having Unique Bloodlines.
Those two were chief Ironclad, Gray's father, and Dan, Gray's elder brother.
It was a very surprising thing seeing two Unique Bloodline tagged Weres In such a small pack, after all, the bond of the pack also determined the kind of Weres born in it.
And the more wolves they were, the stronger the pack, therefore the bond.
Mostly, strong bloodlines only apeared in very strong packs.
However, Gray's father said that it was normal, as they descended from the great Fang Empire, direct descendants of the throne that was blessed with a bloodline that came from a Werewolf god. A pure one from Purgatory itself.
Of course, aside bloodline, they were other things that dictated a person's ability to battle, and the kind of power one could deliver was also measured by the level.
The highest in this pack, was level 5, and that was Gray's father.
However, Bloodline also formed the basis for this. How far a Were would grow on the path of power could be seen in their Bloodline.
Dan chuckled as he sat on Gray's back.
"You know what? If you can unlock your Bloodline ability here and now, then I'll let you go. Do we have a deal?"
"Fuck you Dan!" Gray cursed as he pushed with all his strength.
However, it was no use.
Dan chuckled some more, "Damn bro, look how weak you are. If you don't get a rise on your Were nature, you won't..."
Dan's words were cut short as he felt an old ancient power stream around in the body underneath him.
It was fierce and seemed like a volcano was about to burst...
(Author's note: Add to your library yeah!)