DISCHARGED.

BRIEF HISTORY OF WEREWOLF CREATION.

Lycans were specially created by the moon goddess millions of years ago. They were treasured and loved by the moon goddess and she gave them absolute powers over anything. During the lycans first landing on Earth, they met and copulated with humans and that was how werewolf came into existence.

According to records owned by the CIA, speculations made are that lycans that copulate with humans give birth to werewolves. While lycans that copulate with werewolves give birth to lycans (although the theory hasn't been proven.)

Author's note: Hello everyone, this is my first story here, I hope I receive some amount of love. Thank you guys so much. Also, thank you for giving this book a try.

CHAPTER ONE — KARINA AGAFONOV.

The year 3005 marked the worst year in the history of mankind. It was the year of the great war — a war between humans and werewolves. The war was devastating, shaking the state of the world in all aspects. Nations fell, businesses were lost and even the great men felt the impact of the war. Eventually the war ended — in the early year 3006, leaving billions across the world to perish to their deaths.

Fortunately, humans came out victorious, while the werewolves suffered a heavy defeat that was said to lead to their preordained extinction.

My name is Karina Agafonov, one of the best frontline soldiers of my class. I fought in the great war along with my comrades and although we suffered a heavy blow, I still managed to survive the war at the cost of one of my arms.

I took my eyes off the news and stared at my arm that was now replaced with a robotic one. I wasn't the least bothered about my arm. In all honesty, I wasn't bothered about anything at all. My head was numb, free of thoughts, like it was floating freely in space but my heart was heavy and my ears could still clearly hear the guttural screams of my comrades as they were being devoured by the werewolves. Even though I had an infinitesimal memory of how I landed at the hospital, I knew a miracle could be the only possible explanation for how I was still alive.

Still, one question couldn't leave my mouth — why? Why me? Why was I the only one amongst my comrades who survived? Because I honestly would have preferred death than not being able to forget the horrific and brutal deaths my comrades had to pass through.

The door of the ward opened, getting my attention. I whipped my head slowly to the direction and saw the commander entering with his assistant. Instinctively on reflex I sat up straight on the bed, tried standing up from it, before I was immediately held down by the commander himself who rushed to my side. "You don't need to salute in your condition," he said, wearing the usual poker face he always wore in camp. My comrades loved mimicking his facial expressions. "How are you-"

I raised my hand up to my head in a salute, cutting into his statement, I said, "Sgt Karina Agafonov reporting for duty, commander."

The commander's pale face folded into an amused look and his brown eyes glinted with admiration. Then he smiled. At me. It was the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face since the seven years I had known him. "Take it easy, comrade," I nodded before dropping my hand down to my side. I glanced over at the deputy commander and saw him focused on the ongoing news on the television screen. "How are you faring, Karina?"

"I am okay, sir," I replied, "Ready to return to duty."

A long pause before the commander finally sighed, taking a seat on the chair next to the bed I laid on. "You do know you have a missing arm, right Karina?"

"I know, commander," my reply was sharp and fast, even though my voice was quiet and timid — which was unlike me. I supposed it could be attributed to the fact that I'd been in the hospital for quite some time. "It has been replaced with a robotic arm, commander. I believe I can still serve and fight in the Frontline when the need be."

"Unfortunately I bring sad news," He took off his hat and I already knew where he was headed to. "We have to let you go, Karina. Having a robotic arm means you're now disabled."

I smiled and forced myself to stand up from the bed, even though the deputy commander tried stopping me. I ripped off the IV from my left arm and stood at ease in front of Commander Abramov. "I can still serve sir, I promise, I'm fit for combat. . ." I tried convincing him, but before I could complete my statement my legs gave up and I fell depleted to the ground. "I can still serve," I said as I laid on the floor, my voice was beginning to fail me. "I can still serve, my robotic arm would be useful."

Commander Abramov stood up, "You know the rules, Sergeant," he said, towering above me. "All physically disabled soldiers have to retire because they're no longer deemed fit for combat."

He helped me off the ground and placed me on the bed without even straining a muscle. I knew I was lightweight, but in his arms, It felt as though I only weighed the same as a single feather.

"The DOD would compensate you heavily, Sergeant Karina," The DOD was an acronym for the Department of defense. They were in charge of compensating soldiers who were retired for physical disabilities and anything related, including mental crisis. "You've served the world massively, off field and on field, Sergeant Karina Agafonov. And it is a great loss that the military has to let you go but I want you to know that you would be greatly missed."

Both commander Abramov and his deputy bowed off their hats to me before exiting the room, leaving me alone to my thoughts and I didn't know when a tear escaped from my ducts.

A month passed by in a blur and I was finally discharged from the military hospital after it was confirmed I was fit to move and become a normal citizen, but I couldn't. The world was in total depression since the end of war, there was a huge rise in inflation — the biggest in the history of mankind, and Earth didn't feel like Earth anymore. It felt like hell was already on Earth.

Since I had nothing to do or live for in the United States, I decided to go back to my hometown in Russia — where I came from. I received my compensation fee from the department of defense, packed all my stuff from military camp, booked a flight and flew home to Russia; the place where I had a family.

A family I hadn't seen or spoken to in the last ten years since I came to America to become a soldier.