The man moved through the dark alleyways, pain filling every inch of his body as he stumbled along. His movements were slow and unsteady, like that of a wounded animal searching for shelter from the storm. He muttered curses under his breath, his mind consumed with the memory of the brutal betrayal he had suffered at the hands of his own brother.
It had started out as a simple disagreement, a petty argument over territory that had quickly spiraled out of control. The man’s brother had always been jealous of his power and influence, the man supposed, and now he saw an opportunity to strike. In a fit of rage, he had attacked his own flesh and blood, beating him mercilessly until he lay lifeless on the ground.
But somehow, the man had survived. He had awakened to find himself alone and abandoned, his body broken and battered beyond recognition, he didn’t even know how he managed to leave his clan without being seen. The pain had been unbearable, and he had screamed until his throat was raw. But no one had come to his aid, and he had been forced to crawl through the streets like a wounded animal.
As he stumbled along, the man could feel his strength fading fast. He knew he needed to find shelter and fast. But with each passing moment, the pain grew worse, and he found himself unable to think clearly.
The man pushed himself forward, his body screaming in protest as he limped towards the forest. He knew he had to keep moving. His mind was clouded with pain and exhaustion, but he refused to give up. He would survive this, he would find a way to get revenge on his brother.
As he entered the forest, the man’s senses came alive. The smell of the trees, the rustling of the leaves, the sound of animals in the distance – it was all so nice but he hasn’t had any blood to drink for days and his wounds were healing slowly, his body getting weaker.
Soon he spotted a cave and managed to get in and lay there. He had nothing left to do, didn’t know where to begin but he will remain here for now until something comes.
Back to the Black Fangs Clan****
“Oh my brother”, Charles chuckled, “is that who your looking for?, Well as sad as this sounds, if your talking about my brother that I beat to death, Dimitri, sorry but he’s gone and I don’t even know where his body is and I couldn’t careless”.
Marcellus and his people where dumbfounded, “you killed your own brother, you challenges your brother? And you dared to hunt my pack members?”.
Charles laughed loudly, “those little pigs, their blood weren’t even delicious and mouth watering to me”.
Marcellus was about to attack him but his mate held him back and looked at Charles, “you should be ashamed of yourself backstabbing your brother who welcomed you with open arms and for what you did to my pack, you watch your back”, Morgana said her voice dead and scary, “you watch it cause you will never know when it hits you and this is war”.
“The ally is off and I agree, this is war. I don’t know what my stupid brother was thinking when he agreed to join forces with the werewolves “, Charles said making a disgusted face.
“You won’t have any idea cause your brother is better than you I all way”, Marcellus barked out, “and he’s what they call a leader, not you, look at you boy, as my mate has said watch your back”. And with that they left, Charles was furious with the insult he had gotten, how dare they compare him to his brother. He was smarter, stronger and everything else , pfft, his brother wishes he would be him. Charles praised himself as he went back into his Clan environment.
“Gather up Vamps”, he announced to his fellow Clan members who assembled assembles together, ” now listen up, we are now at war with the werewolves and this war is going to be the one, we will take down this werewolves pack and take over everything they own. I want you all to train much better and faster than before, no slacking behind, get yourself ready for that day and don’t fail to follow my orders because if you do, you know what”, he concluded, ” is that understood?”.
“Yes Lord Charles”, they all said as he dismissed them and smiled to himself, he was really looking forward to this war with the werewolves and defeating them.
At the Phoenix Pack, Alpha Marcellus was equally furious, “how can he do that?, I knew that something was up with him when we went there that day for the celebration, the way he looked at us, gave us this look of him not wanting us there”.
“Yes that’s true, he was acting weird but we put it off as nothing and he might have talked to Lord Dimitri about this but Lord Dimitri didn’t agree and maybe that’s what made them have a challenge or something, that tricky bastard”, Alex spat out as he paced around in Marcellus office.
“But what about Lord Dimitri?”, Morgana asked, ” I remember his bother saying that he killed him and then his body wasn’t to be found after. What if he managed to escape or someone helped him out”.
They all reasoned it and agreed that it was true, “so if his alive, he must be into hiding or something then. But he didn’t leave any message for me”, Marcellus said.
“I don’t think he had the time to do that”, Alex confirmed as he rested his hand on the table.
“We Just need to find him and maybe he could also be a great impact at this war that’s coming, we could learn something’s from him”, Morgana suggested.
Marcellus thought about it, “but where could he be?”.