Waited for this moment. Under the moonlit hill, two figures stood poised for battle. Kaelos Riven, the Werewolf Alpha, his eyes glowing a fierce amber, flexed his powerful claws. His fur, dark as the night, rippled with every movement, embodying the raw power of the beast within. Opposite him, Vark Slade, the Vampire Alpha, exuded a cold, sinister face. His eyes, a piercing crimson, bore into Kaelos with an unyielding intensity. The moon cast eerie shadows over his pale skin.
"Vark," I growled, my voice echoing with the power of the Alpha within me. "The moment has come for you to die by my hand, just as the prophecy foretold. You will pay for my clan's you slaughtered."
He sneered, baring his fangs in a wicked grin. "Prophecies are for the weak, Kaelos. I am eternal. I am the darkness that will snuff out your soul."
My claws extended, glinting in the moon's glow. "Your reign of terror ends tonight. For every drop of blood you spilled, for every life you stole, I will make you pay."
Vark lunged at me with supernatural speed, but I was ready. Our bodies collided with a thunderous crash, sending shockwaves through the forest. I felt his icy grip tighten around my throat, but I summoned the strength of my ancestors, the ferocity of the Alpha. With a roar, I broke free and slashed across his chest, drawing a hiss of pain.
He retaliated, his claws raking my side. Pain seared through me, but it only fueled my rage. I tackled him to the ground, pinning him beneath my weight.
"Feel the fury of the werewolves!" I snarled, driving my claws into his chest, where his heart should have been. His eyes widened in shock, a rare flicker of fear breaking through his arrogance.
Suddenly I heard a scream, "No oooo! What have you done!" Jessica Slade shouted. I looked back at her and saw pain in her eyes.
Vark gasped, his strength waning. "This... isn't over," he whispered, his voice a mere shadow of its former self.
Twenty-five Years Ago...
~Kaelos Riven POV~
"My dear, what do you think we should name this baby? I'm about to give birth, and don't you think we should come up with a name right away?" my mother inquired of my father. I was only six years old at the time, and we were living in a hut in the wilderness with other werewolves. Eagerly, I came closer and leaped onto my father's lap, where I stayed.
"Why don't you let Kaelos name the child? After all, he or she will be his sibling," my father replied with a grin. Both parents seemed overjoyed. When they asked me what I thought the baby's name should be, Mia was the first name that sprang to mind, and I immediately spoke it out.
"Mia?" they both echoed, looking at each other.
"Yes, Mia," I repeated, but their smiles faded, and I grew concerned.
"Wait, why Mia, Kaelos? Does this mean we're expecting a girl?" my mother's mouth fell open, and my father looked anxious.
Sensing their discomfort, I suggested we name the baby Lucas instead, thinking they were dissatisfied with Mia. My father's smile returned, and he said he preferred Lucas since it was more unique.
The joyful moment ended as my mother walked inside the hut to rest. My father touched my shoulder, smiled, and followed her. Intrigued by their sudden change in attitude, I crept into their room and listened in on their conversation.
I know this is wrong, especially at my age, but I was worried. Pressing my palm against the windowpane, I eavesdropped.
"Come on, sweetie, don't be so depressed; I'm hoping the baby will be a boy," my father said, kissing the back of my mother's neck while holding her waist.
"What if the baby turns out to be a girl instead?" my mother asked, turning to face him.
"We will accept it since the prophecy said Kaelos, not this baby, would vanquish him. Don't be scared."
My heart raced. What prophecy?
"I don't want Kaelos to fight alone. I desire a male child to assist him in his quest."
"According to the prophecy, Kaelos should do it alone. If he needs help, it should not be from his siblings! There are many werewolves who will assist Kaelos in eliminating the evil creature!"
Realizing I had overheard something significant, I was filled with questions. Why did they prefer a boy? What was the evil creature?
Suddenly, my bones started cracking, and my flesh tearing, I was getting stonger. But the pain was unbearable until I transformed into a wolf and dashed into the forest. The only thing I saw were dark trees, trunks, shadows, and overhanging branches obstructing the pathway.
I wandered about, breaking dry sticks with my paws, scolding myself for listening in. How could I destroy an evil monster if I didn't even know what it looked like? Should I flee from home?Or I should just apologize to my parents and ask them for answers to my confusion?
I continued running until I struck my head against a tree and transformed back into a human. Sitting beneath the tree until sunset, I searched for big leaves to cover my nakedness.
Twigs cracking...
"Who is that?" I glanced around, trying to smell the air, but couldn't detect anything. I should probably get back home before any wild animal or the creature my parents mentioned appear.
I reverted to werewolf form and sprinted back to our cabin. As I drew near, I saw flames and heard howling werewolves. It seemed like a dangerous situation.
When I arrived, I saw many werewolves lying dead and all the huts on fire. Everything seemed bitter. Transforming back into a human, tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Mother! Father! Where are you?" I stuttered, my breath hitching.
I was about to jump into the flames when someone seized me from behind, covering my mouth with his hand.
We hid within the forest, both aware of what was happening.
Everything looks confusing right now, or is it because I'm a child, seeing the creatures with long claws and fiery eyes attacking my clan. But if the werewolves fought and killed any of them back, they turned to ashes quickly.
It looked like a nightmare. Our werewolves might have triumphed, but a tall man stood in their way. He wore a black robe with a hood, his face black from the nose down. The only visible part of his face was his red, bloodshot eyes. After seeing him strangle and shatter the necks of my tribe, I was terrified.
I couldn't watch any longer. His bitter laughter was terrifying, and echoes around. He seems happy killing my kin, I tried to run and rescue my parents, assuming they might still be alive. However, the person who took me wouldn't release his grip until I surrendered. We stood there, watching everything collapse. The man and his minions spared none of my people.
My rescuer and I were the only ones who made it out alive. The events left a deep scar on my conscience. I watched our tiny community crumble, filled with sadness knowing I would never see my mother and father again, or my Mia or Lucas.
Is this a curse? How could a six-year-old comprehend all this? I clenched my teeth, fighting back the anguish, but I was certain I would seek revenge for my parents' deaths and the unborn child in the future, no matter what!
The man who saved me saw the intense agony in my eyes. It must have hurt him too, since his family was also slaughtered. We decided to spend the night in the forest, without talking to each other, the only place we felt secure.