A lone car swerved dangerously on the dark unlit road, flying recklessly while tossing away the safety rules of driving. Fortunately, the road was completely empty letting this sole vehicle rush past as rashly as it could, without endangering anyone. The vehicle floundered past several bends and turns to finally reach the large farm-like area, where it crashed stop into the nearby shrubs.
The car stopped, but the engine kept running, headlights kept lit but other than that it faded into an uneasy silence like waiting for something to happen. The running engine seemed a great contrast in the absolute wilderness of the barren land where the serene silence before dawn was constantly violated by its jagged noise.
For the next several minutes, the car remained unmoving with its lit headlights such that it might give an impression of the knocked out driver behind the wheels. But suddenly the door of the car opened with a start and the first thing that exited from inside was streams of blood that trickled down through the side foot-rest of the car.
After a slow pause, An individual finally exited from the car's door. Though even before he could straighten himself he staggered heavily as he nearly fell face first on the ground, due to unstable footing. Somehow he stumbled his way outside without falling after some struggle, while dripping the streams of blood behind him.
The man slowly walked forward into the empty land, leaving behind his car. His feet were swaying with every step like a heavily intoxicated man, but his left hand holding the right shoulder, with blood leaking between his fingers painted a different reason for his state.
In the dark night, under the headlights of the car that he had left some meters behind him, his visage was finally illuminated. Surprisingly, the right arm of the man's torso was absent with a bloody stump visible by his shoulder that he had bandaged in some crude cloth, which was now bloody red with blood still dripping continuously from it to the ground. The man was heavily wounded, with likely his right being not cut but torn away by force from his shoulder leaving behind such a grievous wound.
But the swaying feet, lack of painful groans, unnatural concern for his grievous injuries, also indicated the not so okay mental state of this man right now.
Dyson breathed sharply… breathing the air to fill his lungs despite pain coming with the action. He tried to control the shaky steps of his battered and bruised body that was now dressed in rags and various injuries that marred it from head to toe. He stumbled determinedly towards the corner of this barren farmland like a devout man on pilgrimage, but more than pain in his eyes from loss of his arm, there was a fanatical fear in them like he had come out just after witnessing a hell on the earth.
Dyson walked under that hopeless desperation which clouded over his head, with his lips not stopping even for a second, continuously mumbling under his breath.
"It's over…over.. It's over…What did I do?... What did I do?...over.. It's over… Everyone.. Everyone is dead, swallowed alive… I-I ran away… I-I r-ran away…Why did I r-ran away…"
Finally after some mind numbing walking in the middle of nowhere, his murky 'now more human than ever' eyes fell on the indistinct large boulder on the ground. It was almost of his own size but the picture of this boulder seemed to burn a return of spark in his now mostly dead eyes. His head momentarily cleared like overcast clouds of despair have vanished instantly to let light of rationality peak through, and the same time he winced heavily feeling the full pain in his shoulder,
"Yes.. It's not completely over. Revenge… Revenge.. Revenge.. We will take revenge. I didn't run away like a coward but I ran away to take revenge. YES, REVENGE!"
Breathing of injured Dyson increased as now he stumbled towards the boulder with a slightly more stable than his previous unsteady gait. He reached the boulder in hurry and with each passing moment, the inner wolf of him that had died back in that dark hell began to breathe again. His heart was finally shedding shackles of fear and was beginning to beat again with the characteristic rage of Werewolves.
Dyson slammed himself into the boulder with his left intact shoulder and in the process winced with pain. But not feeling any discouragement, he again and again rammed his injured body from his good side to slither the boulder away from the ground inch by inch. Finally after much effort, when the boulder was at least a few meters away from its original position, Dyson stopped and looked down while breathing heavily.
There, hidden under the boulder was a nondescript gate of the underground tunnel. It was the exit of the secret path built to Moongrave, known only to him and the Leader only. Seeing the path back to his home, fire began to burn in his eyes once again as he snarled in anger.
"This city… huff-huff…This city… will see the revenge of Moongrave. The price of those Shadow… Ugh, humans, the whole city will pay for it.
Everyone including the Leader is gone, just because those humans have the audacity to call that… that… nightmarish hell itself down to the earth. We will take revenge.. We will take… "
Dyson began to breathe heavily not because of pain this time, but anticipation of what was to come in the future. They were done holding back. Though they have lost most of their top fighters in this ambush. But despite that, Moongrave was not finished, with most of their family still alive. It was still the strongest force in the city with the Dune and Orthos, him… and the elder too, at the helm. The new alpha among them could change things for better.
But not immediately, Dyson tried to warn himself. For now Moongrave will mourn for their leader while they lick their wounds to heal themselves until finally when the time comes and they will finally emerge from their lair, it would be a Massacre. Clearly, he was now ready to shed away his remaining humanity completely this time to become a true wolf, a true werwolf.
This shred of sanity, this shred of humanity which till now he thought of as an advantage over his family, now was weighing heavily on his conscience. When the sky had fallen, it was this intelligence that had made him back away fastest, flee fastest, making him the lone survivor of that area.
But now ironically, he cursed this very silver of rationality that had saved his life because it had made him a coward who ran from the battlefield, different from his brothers who stayed and perished fighting against the might of heaven.
Dyson was used to being ostracized in the family, used to be called a coward by his brethren due to this humanity but in his heart he has never thought it to be true because he believed that he was not a coward. He believed that he would never ever run away from the challenge just like his brethren.
But now… But now…it has proven to be True. He had really become that coward, or maybe he really was a coward from the start.
"But now no more.. No more…" Dyson muttered like he was stuck in a trance as his vision blurred, thinking of the future he was ready to see next, ready to build next.
The human blood will drench the streets red, the whole city will feel the pain of the Moongrave's loss such that never in future would anyone dare to play such underhanded tricks with the werewolves again. It would be the true terror of humanity, the return of their Moongrave.
While he was planning the bloody future of the city in his acts of revenge, Dyson didn't stopped even for a second. He opened the tunnel quickly, and in the hurry even managed to stress his bloodied right shoulder making him whimper loudly due to pain, but his actions didn't falter as he jumped into the tunnel and began to make his way back to the Moongrave base.
Dyson's shaky steps became steady and powerful once again as he jogged quickly back to his home through the underground tunnel. In the dark underground where no human could even make out a few meters in front of him, he had no need of light to see due to his werewolf eyes that now burned without a shred of humanity left in them. He was like a true wolf now that was going back to its lair to lick its wound and then…return back stronger.
Nearing his destination, Dyson ran and ran and until finally he emerged from the other side, back to the Moongrave. But just as he exited the tunnel to appear in the light, he froze.