C5 Destiny

Breathes in heavily.

Let's it out slowly, as if compressing his own air.

Breathes in heavily.

Let's it out all in a split of a second.

"I hate this place."

"I hate these people..."

"I hate myself for putting up with all of this bullshit!"

Glaring at the shining full moon, Lines stood up from his balcony chair and slowly tip toed down stairs, trying not to wake up his parents.

Rushing out through the green yard once closing the door, Lines takes charge towards the forest that's literally near his doorstep.

A lot of people question such a decision to live near the forest considering the out of the ordinary dangers but his parents still stuck with nature although they technically aren't werewolves.

Breaking through a few trees, his form changing for the larger, fur overwhelming skin.

Clawing the dirt, leaving large marks behind that any 150 kilogram creature would have the force to leave.

Dashing for about 500 meters now, the mind finally clear and control to his disposal unlike last night.

Striking, unexpected at this exact second although not a surprise, something actually gathered the guts to tackle Lines the werewolf!

Rolling through a few bushes, the boy felt claws running through his waist and another pair running through his spine.

From these scratches, he left fur behind as they rolled for a few seconds longer.

Pushing the leaping attacker aside, Lines stands up and notices a beast worthy of time!

This beast has to break over 200 kilos! Perhaps two and a half meters tall, but still using its front paws to grip the ground.

This can only be an adult werewolf, ranked level 3 considering the size and power! One thing that determines this one's levels, are the 3 straight golden lines of fur on its chest!

This necessarily runs down to the fact that Lines is in trouble, the boy is only level 1 and is facing against an all powerful werewolf.

Thankfully, the skill of speech isn't taken away from full breed werewolves, so Lines breaks the growls with a demand. "Get out of my way!"

"This is not your territory. This forest is mine!" The level 3 werewolf shouted, clawing his front paws an inch deeper on the ground.

"I don't smell your scent anywhere." Lines points out, still trying to reason and not wanting to be deprived of this forest.

"You will." The large werewolf ensures but in another way this screams out a weakness.

"But I don't." Understanding that this is unclaimed territory, Lines walks over and pees on a tree close by.

It does sound nice for Lines but for the bigger werewolf, this is a direct mock and threat of capturing other territory.

So the level 3 beast rises up on his hind legs, reveals massive size and lets out a holler, a shout that would tremble any soul into a coma.

Not willing to wait for this massive beast to attack, Lines leaps forward with his arms stretched out and swipes his claws against the enemy's fur before proceeding with a tackle!

Using its hind legs to buy himself a few seconds, the level 3 werewolf kicks Lines up and forces the boy to a front flip.

It's nothing that can hurt any werewolf but it does alter orientation, buys seconds that one beast in the battle can't afford while the other would consider it holy.

The moment Lines turns around to face the enemy, he feels a strong strike across the face, claws digging through fur and flesh, going across the eye even and completely terminating it.

Falling on the ground, such pain breaking orientation completely, getting knocked out cold became inevitable as a strike from a level 3 werewolf can easily outmatch the toughest of the tough!

...

"Do you know why Billy blocked me everywhere? I just noticed it this morning." Ela asked, on the phone with Brooks.

Direct, her tone strong and without a crack, Brook chirps. "I don't know. Maybe he's going through some stuff or something."

Tad freaking out now, Ela begins to loud talk. "Well it's super weird, this isn't like him."

Just trying to get rid of Ela at the moment, the little lady pitches. "Yeah, well I'll text him and try to figure out what's up."

Ending the call, Brooks glances at Jimmy on the same bed with him, mostly naked and the little lady sharing the same fate.

Smirking a tad bit, Brooks leans in for a kiss over the boy's lips and deciphers. "Should serve her right for slutting around."

Feeling tad guilty about this but not guilty at all about figuring out what a tiny angry lady can do under sheets, Billy asks. "Should we really avoid her like this though?"

Getting pissed that this man even asks such a question, Brook dictates. "Yeah we should, she deserves it. That slut knew it that we're crushing on her but went for that guy anyway. I'm not the best at this but sounds like gold digger to me."

"Yeah, guess she isn't worth the time plus I did underestimate what you can do." Afterwards he pulls the little lady closer.

Liking the warmth of gloving affection but anger still burning hotter, the little lady yaps. "Oh please I might be horny too often but at least I'm not a gold digger. That Gale or whatever will never text her again, he got what he wanted."

RIght now they're in Billy's house, his parents aren't home right now so one could say fate worked for the best.

Brooks came earlier today here and bantered what Ela did and so anger glew hot from that point and they shared the same pain of indirect rejection.

And only a twin in wounds can heal the other so that anger and understanding between each other glew with passion. Equalling to what we see here, laying naked and virginities doomed.

...

Crawling, trying to move under a bush and wait the pain off, generating back into a human.

Lines can feel the sharp pain across his face and chest, the boy lost a lot of blood but is still alive. His wounds preventing blood from breaking, a thin layer of dried blood behaving like a barricade for such a result.

3 hours have passed since he was struck down and thankfully the big werewolf didn't come back to finish off the weaker. Perhaps this was just a warning, just a lesson for the hot headed level 1 werewolf.

Lines can't really figure out why that werewolf backed away considering the clear advantage, but it sure feels worse than being killed. Last thing he needs is being pitied by an enemy.

Suddenly, he spots a small human hand reaching out for him through the bush and utter. "Tim?"

"Leave me alone!" Lines shouted who apparently is named Tim.

"We told you to not come out here anymore!" A man's tone pinched the air with a loud whisper.

"It's my home! It's my forest!" Tim insists, hunching a bit away from the reaching out hand.

"And we are your parents and you're supposed to listen to us! Come here." That same manly voice slightly shouts, apparently he's Lines' father.

...

"Going in the forest? Are you crazy? You could have died Tim!" His mother shouts, scolding the boy and getting angrier by the second because he can't do anything about such foul behaviour.

"I can handle myself now stop wasting my time if you're going to repeat those golden lectures. I'm not listening." Troublesome no doubt, Tim is proving as a stubborn pain in the ass.

But what could be asserting more dominance, is the boy's father who's hollering. "Your eye is fucked up you bag of shit! You can't handle yourself out there and should sit tight here!"

Used to such verbal shots taken against him from this unfatherly figure and quite frankly not carrying even the slightest fear, Tim replies. "Yeah well that werewolf is going to lose his head!"

Grabbing Tim and pushing the boy over the couch and towards the stairs, the father shouts. "Don't make me lock you down the fucking basement! Now go take your pills and don't come for breakfast tomorrow! A disobedient child has no place in my table!"

This day has gone for the worst in most aspects but Tim, he never has felt more alive! This is a wake up call, this is a call for destiny!

He won't be listening to his parents, no no, not even close. But that level 3 werewolf is out there somewhere and deserves to die!

Tonight has far broken the usual, not only because suicidal thoughts have been shunned away but because that forest has been set as a goal, it shall be territory under Tim's scent.

And that's what will keep him going, the goal. The absolute goal to get rid of that barricade of a werewolf and overtake his land!

This terminated eye shall be a side motivation, this shame will help Tim remember what the goal is and shun away anything that slows down the goal!

Going for the kitchen, Tim finds his calming down pills, takes a glass of water and swallows one down.

Making his way upstairs after, Tim utters. "Goodnight, mom."