CHAPTER 5

Enzo is terrified at first; he had never fought a wolf before. At this awe moment, Enzo thinks of Flora. He prays to come out of this fight alive, for indeed he knew it won’t be an easy one. Outnumbered seven to two, Enzo growls, unleashing seven hundred pounds of fury. He grasped his claws unto one of his adversary and rips off its flesh from its throat with his teeth; killing it instantly. The others became infuriated, all attacking. Claws ripping flesh and jaws clamping into each wolf’s dense bones. The two brothers fought fearlessly. Here comes the hour, when both of them saw the last of their strengths. Enzo wasn’t strong enough yet, and he needed two full moons before he reaches the climax of his true strength.

Cal smells the fight is lost. He turns to Enzo, speaking telepathically,

‘On my signal, run, I’ll hold them off.’

‘I’m not leaving you, Cal. No!’ Enzo says.

As a sign of reinforcement, the dark wolves advance to Cal and Enzo. Both brothers are already so close to the edge of a cliff. With cold winds beneath their paws, the breezing wind plays musical tunes for their coat to dance.

‘Warn the others.’ Cal says, as he rams Enzo off the huge cliff.

During his unintentional leap of faith, his head misses a huge boulder and he falls into a river underneath. In his human form, he tries swimming to Cal’s aid. Then he hears Cal, whimpering in a vociferous cry. Like shareholders sharing annual dividends, he sees the wolves tearing Cal limb from limb.

‘No,’ he cries; drifting away from the scene. Then suddenly, he falls off from a waterfall, crashing hard into the river below.

That same night, Flora has a premonition about Enzo. She fears for his life. She looks out of her window, but he wasn’t there. She looks up and sees a wild fire in the city; people fleeing for their lives. The pack of dark werewolves had attacked the city once more. Flora hears the cries of men in her compound, most screaming in their deaths and others for help. She runs to find her mother, running pass the hall. A sound distracts her. And at the return of her gaze, she sees her mother on the floor; a wolf savages on her corpse.

‘Mother,’ she cries out. ‘Get away from her.’ She throws a vast at it. The wolf turns its attention towards her; she falls to the ground, creeping backwards slowly. The wolf salivates at Floras enticing figure. Terrified and not knowing what to do, she cries out for help repeatedly, but no one comes to her aid. Most of the guards have fled the compound or probably worse dead. Then She sees her father’s sword hanging on a shelve. She reaches out for it, grabbing the sword by its hilt. The wolf takes a quick chunk on her leg, dragging her down, hard on the glass floor. Before its attempt to pounce on her, she plunges the sword right into its heart.

‘Die, you beast,’ she yells. The wolf turns into human. She becomes petrified, in a short while. And suddenly, she sees visions of herself battling a pack of werewolves. She gasps. Coming out of her trance, Flora runs to her mother’s bloodied corpse. She lays on her, crying continuously, till it took her to sleep.

Early the next morning, Elvis Bradley comes in with a troop. He sees Flora.

‘She’s gone, Uncle.’ Flora sobs speaking, ‘That beast killed her.’

‘And the Wolf, by whose hand did it fall to?’ Elvis questioned.

‘Mine.’ Says Flora

‘You have a lot to learn, Dear niece,’ Elvis says. ‘Come with me. You must prepare yourself.’

He pulls flora up, He tells Flora everything she needed to know, breaking secrets to her, about all that concerns her father and his death.

‘Your beloved father was a werewolf hunter, and I believe the hunter’s blood runs deep in your veins,’ Elvis says. Flora explains her visions to Elvis. It was certain she has the hunter’s blood. Hatred and vengeance started an unending journey in her heart that day. She vows to vanquish all werewolves in Alion; irrespective o

f their colour.