SUICIDE PACT

Two huge werewolves were deep in the forest, in a large cave. They were talking, growling, and sniffing each other to see if they were lying and what they were feeling. One of them, named Starr because of his black fur, had a white star-shaped patch across his forehead. He was terrified.

“Hey, Starr, the boss is on his way; he will scold you, pull your fangs, and defecate in your burrow; I heard he is depressed because of your failure.”

“Well, I tried; I tried to do my best; it's not possible for the alpha to bury me.”

“Failure gives no room for justifications and triumph for explanations; that's what the leader often preaches.”

“No doubt, I acted without thinking; I considered that I could capture such a tender prey, and I would have succeeded had it not been for the arrival of that hero out of nowhere. I hope we find a way to destroy them,” reflected the great werewolf.

“Calm down; it's the only thing you have left. The truth is that I'm really worried about the many wolves that have arrived from all the packs. Although the ones that I dislike the most are those that are cursed, that once were humans, and that live among them, I can't stand their smells; it's outrageous. One is or one isn't; there is no in-between point.”

“Wolff, don't be a flea; don't scratch; no one chooses what they are, and they don't either; they also have more in common with us than with humans. They are also hunted because they are different. When you see that the only sin of many is just that, I think. What if everything was the same, for example, the smells? The world would be very boring with only one smell.”

“Well, Starr, you're right, although, to be honest, I'm very disgusted with Mephisto, I can't stand to smell them or vampires that smell nothing but blood.”

“Wolff, you are very prejudiced. I guess hunters don't have favorites; we are all threats regardless of our differences, in fact, they fear us for being different.”

At that moment, a large gray-haired wolf arrived, and wherever he passed, everyone crouched down to worship him. Stopping where these two werewolves were, he growled at them:

“Starr, Wolff, it gives me almost pleasure to smell them; I do not understand why they expel fear, instead of respect; they must estimate that I am annoyed because you could not capture the sacred prey. I know it was very difficult to capture her without slitting her tender neck, but if you had followed the directions, which were to find her and call for reinforcements, that hero would not have been a problem. Maybe now she would have been our detainee; we would have the situation by the skin of our teeth; in the meeting that is about to begin, come on, come with me; let's share the blame; look here she is.”

A large tangle of leaves and earth that did not walk seemed to emerge from the ground at every movement, sometimes changing size and shape. She arrived praising:

“Wonderful this great day blooming before us, I am honored to glimpse you, my beautiful buds. Do not suppose that I have come to punish you; on the contrary, I am glad that you almost achieved the goal, only that luck was not harvested for us, although I know that soon our efforts will bear fruit.”

The Alpha Wolf spoke to her without looking at her face, which was sometimes drawn between the leaves.

“My dear lady, you impress me; how can you not be furious with my pack if we fail, and failure gives no room for excuses?”

“I'm not sure; sometimes to lose is to win a little. Besides, I still don't know if it's worth it to make a pact with all those creatures, especially with the obsesses, Mephistopheles, and all those creatures that feed on suffering. After all, what guarantees us that when we exterminate humanity, we will not follow is that those beings are not driven by the desire for the planet to be greened; they are driven by their thirst for death and destruction.”

This time, Starr does not resist and asks, even though his protocol does not allow him to skip the Alpha. He barks:

“Estimated mistress, please excuse my boldness; it would be better to do our things; none of us love those things, and we all know that they are beings that can't be trusted, starting with the fact that they don't smell good.”

“I apologize, great wolf; it is true, although perhaps I no longer have a choice, it has already germinated, and the meeting will be today with the moon as a witness. I have thought about it a lot. That could be a suicide pact, a moment of desperation that bloomed, withered, and now scythes its scythe over all that is beautiful. Although there is not much difference between humans and their insatiable hunger, I simply cannot stand idly by and wait for the end. Besides, that little girl may be the key to saving us; prophecies have many ways to be interpreted. On the other hand, I have a surprise for you; look what we have on our side.”

She materialized a hand that waved, causing a swirl of flowers that became a portal of light from where a human dressed in white and some strange symbols came out, but some translated it as dangerous. Wolff burst out roaring:

“How can it be, divine mistress, that you brought one of those stinking knights who have done us so much harm and slaughtered so many of our kin?”

“Calm down,” said the man, “although I am one of the warriors of the light, I am with you; I agree with the greatness of Mother Monte. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Francisco. I am at your disposal to serve you in the best way I can.”

“Well, you will serve us as fertilizer,” Starr grumbled. “That is the only thing your kind does well.”

“Relax; he is here to help us,” sighed Mother Mountain. “He was the one who brought us the prophecy, and he has given us a lot of juicy information.”

“Yes, turn it off, guys; I don't want to eat them for dinner,” said Francisco, “although I could use some fuzzy socks.”

“That's enough, too, Francisco.” The green mistress interposed, “The puppies have the right to be suspicious, just like everyone else; after all, who can trust a traitor?”

“Wait. I thought it was clear to them: I am not betraying my species. What happens is that I have lived a lot of the teachings of my masters, but several centuries ago I stopped seeing life as something wonderful; I got tired of loving, laughing, crying, and even killing you. It has been a long time since I got tired of living. I have tried to find a way to become old, to leave this world that really disgusts me. I see no end to it; no matter how many bugs I destroy, more and more keep appearing, and the truth is that everything disgusts me. But if I have to choose between a world full of trees and a world of sand, I will choose you. Although I would prefer a lava world without banal intelligent creatures and less of these overdeveloped dogs.”

“You see, it's an animal,” the Alpha grumbled. “It's going to be very difficult to collaborate with that.”

“Please calm down; very soon the others will arrive; this will be a very important meeting,” interceded Mother Mount. “Remember, Francisco, that I know that what most motivated you to betray yours was that you found out that you had been deceived all your existence.”