"So it has begun," A middle-aged man in a purple suit said, smoke drifting off the air, as he puffed his cigarette with his right hand, his left hand resting on a black SUV, tall and handsome, about six feet, his black hair in a quiff haircut. The scene appeared to be a car park, illuminated by florescent lights
"What began my Lord?" Asked a man in a black suit beside him, built but shorter.
"The metamorphosis, I can feel it, the chemistry of the boy's body is changing, the one who holds the most of my power in his soul" he replied in a calm voice of command, with a swift and precise throw, he launched the cigarette remnants into a wastebin about twenty meters from him in the farthest end of the car park, over obstacles of cars, the cigarette found its way into the wastebin.
"But the hour is coming when he will sleep yet for some time although unknown, all according to the prophecy"
"Oh..." The man in a black suit agreed as if remembering something. "Lord Ryke, do you have an idea where the child of the great seeress, Aeria Moonshadow is?"
"You meant Tessa? I can't say" Ryke said, his tone was grave. "since I have lost most of my power to the boy, the connection of the pack has diminished, I can barely feel the connection to my own son" he heaved a heavy sigh.
"My doom started after the prophecy was proclaimed, three thousand years ago"
"On the night of the blood moon
The urge to save or to escape
The former fulfilled due to innate will
The bitten one or the chosen one
One shall live as the other decease
Neither can live while the other survives
But rest assured for motherly love triumphs
For the life of the one with golden eyes will be saved on the blood moon night
The one saved sleeps once more again but the full moon we should praise as it wakes.
Ryke could remember that night, the night of the blood moon, fifteen years ago, the regret still gnawing at the depths of his heart.
"Why can't I bear with it, why can't I restrain myself, just for a little longer, it's my fault, I caused it all, I threw the mother and the unborn child into hell due to my lack of restraint" he muttered in a sorrowful tone. His fist was clenched as in regret. "Or was I too naive, saving humans can sound absurd to any other of our kind because of our nature, but I'm simply following what I wish, coexistence"
The man in the black suit looked at Ryke and knelt.
"My Lord, do not dwell in the past, any of this isn't your fault, Alpha Aiden caused it all, he turned the path of Silvermoon Pack into a bloody path just like the aggressive Red Moon Pack"
Ryke remembers his son Aiden, the current Alpha of Silvermoon Pack, the Pack with the largest number of members in Eldoria city, the largest City in the Epic States of Pelagris.
"Yeah, you are right, I should do what I need to do in my power, even though I weaken, even though I mustn't fall into his trap the second time, I have to protect the boy from Aiden, as he seeks to defeat him," he said, brushing off the gloomy expression as he beamed with a smile.
The air crackled with tension as the man in the black suit leaned in, his voice laced with unease. "But you mustn't confront him now; he has grown more powerful than we ever anticipated," he warned, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation.
Ryke, standing tall yet burdened by the weight of his decision, exhaled deeply. "I am well aware of the risks. Engaging him in my current state would only spell my defeat..." He paused, the next words tasting like ash on his tongue. "...and with defeat comes the unthinkable: surrendering my rank to Aiden, elevating him to the rank of a Fenrir, the Alpha of all Alphas."
The mere thought sent a shiver down the spine of the man in black. "That cannot come to pass, my Lord. His reign would bring terror upon everything that breathed. We must not allow it," he implored, his voice a crescendo of dread.
Ryke's black eyes darkened more, his mind a whirlwind of strategy and consequence.
"Yet, if I hesitate, he will surely track down the boy during his metamorphosis, overpower him, and seize his burgeoning strength. I am certain Aiden has already begun his hunt..." His voice trailed off, haunted by the specter of past traps laid by his nemesis.
"Has Silas truly abandoned him?" The question hung in the air, a thread of hope against the looming threat.
Ryke nodded, his expression a mixture of sorrow and resolve. "Indeed, five years passed, Silas left the boy to face his destiny alone. It was a sacrifice for the greater good, especially after Dr. Connor's demise. Without the doctor, the boy's shield against detection has vanished. Aiden will find him, and we are running out of time."
The man named Ryke, once the formidable leader of the Silvermoon Pack, now stood as a shadow of his former self. Fifteen years ago, he was a force to be reckoned with—the last primordial werewolf, a Fenrir of unparalleled power. Unlike the savage tales told of his kind, Ryke had a code: no harm to humans. During his reign, he decreed that no member of his pack shall attack a human, a law that was both respected and feared.
On nights of the full moon, when werewolves typically lose control and succumb to their primal instincts, Ryke took extraordinary measures. He stationed his three sons, all Alphas, at the entrance of the Royal Hall where the pack gathered to ride out the lunar madness. Alphas, unlike their lesser-ranked kin, could maintain their composure during the full moon, serving as a formidable barrier against any who might escape and wreak havoc on unsuspecting humans. The nights were fraught with danger, as werewolf hunters often retaliated, leading to bloody confrontations and heavy casualties on both sides.
Securing the hall with his sons, Ryke would then venture into the night, a lone guardian against the chaos. He sought out humans under attack, not just from his own pack but from others as well. His mission was clear: protect the innocent, no matter the cost.
Among those rival packs, none were more fearsome than the Red Moon Pack. Led by Alpha Garen, they were a band of aggressive werewolves who relished the chaos of the full moon. Though Garen himself was no match for Ryke's Fenrir might, the Red Moon Pack's ferocity was legendary. Their name was derived from the Blood Moon Night—a terrifying annual event when the full moon turned a sinister shade of red. Even Ryke, with all his power, found it nearly impossible to control his primal urges on that dreadful night.
"Let's go, we have a plane to catch"
"Yes Sir!!"