Far to the north, hidden in the dense, snow-laden woods of Ostonia, a young man cloaked in shadows moved with silent precision. His name was Arthur, a beta werewolf in Ostonia's elite forces. Despite his youth, Arthur carried the confidence of someone honed for destruction. Tonight, he wasn't just a soldier. He was a weapon.
Arthur had been given a mission, simple yet sinister: infiltrate the Kingdom of Gama, spread the werewolf curse, and sow chaos. This was no random act of terror. Ostonia's rulers, bitter rivals of Gama, believed that crippling their southern neighbor would shift the balance of power in their favor. By turning Gama's own people into monsters, Ostonia would watch its enemy crumble from within.
Arthur moved like a predator, his footsteps muffled by the forest floor. The full moon's light trickled through the trees, casting eerie patterns on his pale, determined face. His senses were sharper than any human's. He could hear the rustle of a squirrel miles away, smell the faint woodsmoke from distant chimneys, and sense the unspoken fear lingering in the air.
As he approached the first village on the outskirts of Gama, he crouched low, studying the quiet settlement. The homes were simple, their wooden frames illuminated by faint candlelight inside. Smoke rose lazily from chimneys, and a faint murmur of laughter carried through the crisp night air.
But to Arthur, this peace was a fragile facade waiting to be shattered. He grinned, baring sharp teeth that gleamed under the moonlight.
Arthur wasn't alone. Deep within the shadows of the forest, his pack waited for his signal. These weren't ordinary wolves; they were his brethren other cursed souls like him. They had been handpicked for this mission, each one strong, fast, and utterly merciless. Their instructions were clear: infect the villagers, then retreat before Gama's forces could respond.
Arthur clenched his fists, the itch of transformation bubbling beneath his skin. It was always the same during a full moon. The beast within him fought for control, eager to take over, to destroy. But Arthur had spent years learning to suppress the urges, using them only when the moment was right. Tonight, the beast would have its fill.
Arthur crept closer to the village, his heightened senses scanning for any signs of resistance. The first target was a lone farmer, trudging back from the fields with a lantern swinging from his hand. The man's shoulders were hunched, his face weary from a day's labor. He didn't see Arthur until it was too late.
With inhuman speed, Arthur lunged, his claws slashing through the lantern, extinguishing its light. The farmer's scream echoed through the night, but it was short-lived. Arthur's teeth sank into the man's shoulder, the curse transferring instantly.
The pack erupted from the forest, a blur of fur and fangs. They descended upon the village like a nightmare made real. The peaceful settlement was torn apart in moments. Doors were smashed, families dragged from their homes, and the wolves showed no mercy. Arthur watched from the center of the chaos, his amber eyes glowing. This was only the beginning.
The farmer, the first victim, writhed on the ground. His body convulsed as the curse took hold. It wasn't just a physical transformationit was mental, emotional, all-consuming. Within minutes, he was no longer a man. He rose, his eyes now glowing the same unnatural amber as Arthur's. He let out a guttural growl and joined the wolves in their rampage.
Arthur felt a cruel sense of satisfaction. The infection was working exactly as intended. It would spread like wildfire, each victim becoming another weapon in Ostonia's arsenal.
By dawn, the village was unrecognizable. The buildings were in ruins, the survivors either cursed or too terrified to fight back. Arthur and his pack melted back into the woods, leaving destruction in their wake. Their mission was far from over. This was just the first strike.
As Arthur and his pack regrouped deep in the forest, he allowed himself a moment of reflection. He had always been loyal to Ostonia, to its rulers and their cause. But there was something unsettling about tonight's events. For the first time, he wondered if they had gone too far.
The sight of the farmer writhing in agony haunted him. Was this the price of power? Was this the legacy Ostonia would leave behind?
Arthur shook his head, pushing the thoughts away. Doubt was a weakness he couldn't afford. He was a soldier, and his mission was clear: destroy Gama, one village at a time.