chapter 4

Cadel

In the land of Lycanthropy, there were werewolves born to stand out amongst the others. They were stronger. Faster. Had more intellect. And were always leaders. These werewolves were of a different breed. They had brown furs and they were always huge. Towering over every other werewolf. This Clan of wolves lived together in a pack. And they were called the Faulkners. This was the pack the famous Cadel Caine came from. He was the alpha of his pack, and being a Faulkner meant he was the leader of all other packs. 

Due to his ruthless leadership, he is both feared and revered. The werewolf community would not do anything without consulting him. Cadel Caine attracted not only the males but also the females. He in deed had the looks that could give any male werewolf a run for his money. 

Cadel was a born Adonis. He had long black hair, which he tied ponytail style. He had a beautiful cocoa brown eyes. There was also something about his stares. It's been said that Cadel could look his enemies into submission. He had a macho body build. He was muscles and strength. His brows were perfectly drawn and one feature on his face that stood out too was his lips. Cadel had plump slight red lips that begged to be kissed. He always had his way with women so the females were definitely not his problem. 

"Cadel!!!!" 

I turned to hear my name being called by a familiar voice. When the voice became louder, I already knew who it was. It was Hercules, my brother. 

"Hey brother" I said as I enveloped him in a hug. "What are you doing here? Is life with the humans getting boring" I asked as I chuckled.

"You don't say. They are so weak, so I decided to pay my brother a visit" he said pulling me in for another hug. We laughed. Brotherhood meant a lot to me, because these were the last things my mother said before she moved to the world beyond. She told me to take care of my brother, though I was the younger one but I had a feeling my mother knew I was the stronger. 

As a Faulkner, we are being taught to stick together. So literally everyone in my pack was like family to me. I wasn't the oldest but I was the strongest. They made me the alpha before I could protest and the rest has been history. Together we conquered packs upon packs and brought them to submission. With this, other coward packs try to familiarize with us by all means. 

"So you are hunting huh? Isn't that too early?" my brother asked me. "I'm not really hunting. It's Just a preparation." I smiled. 

"So I heard that you were visiting the Desma pack tomorrow?" he asked. 

"Yes I would. They have been inviting us Faulkners for a while now so I decided to honor their invitation" I said. 

"At least now there's an activity you can attend, not always curled up in the pack" we both began laughing. My brother has been one to complain about my lack of social activity. 

"This pack won't lead itself" I said. 

"Alphas also Have lives and don't build their life around their position" Hercules countered my words. 

"Alright now you get to see me Socialize" I said as we walked home. As we moved in silence I reminisced on the man, I had become. Now I was no longer that little baby

who kept weeping beside his mother. As we walked, people from the other packs, ran from us. I smiled to myself. Yes it is better off they all run because Faulkners were greatly feared. Especially me, Cadel Caine. 

It's been said that I killed with no mercy and was a ruthless fighter. Yes I liked that. I never smiled or played around. They said I grew up too fast, and I have no childhood. Yes I agree, if they knew what I went through, none of them would be able to walk in my shoes. None of them would be alive after what I had gone through. 

As I and Hercules walked home, I began swimming in an experience that made me who I am now. 

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The hunting season or the werewolf kingdom was about to start. My father and mother decide to go into the woods. They told I and Hercules to stay indoors because a vampire/ werewolf Hunter had just recognized his powers. He had been on a Killing spree. Some how my pessimistic mind told my parents to stay home at the same time, I wondered how we will live without hunting. 

Not long ago before they finally left, I began to hear some noise in the woods. I wondered what it could be. I peeped from the door to find my pack members in front of my house. They were gathered in a circle, around something but the longer I looked, it felt like it was around someone. Who could it be? I asked myself. I dragged Hercules to the window. He looked too but as I stared at his face I began to worry. Suddenly he stood up and left the house. 

I decide to follow suit. He was ahead of me. Then he turned suddenly and told me there was nothing to see here. I couldn't understand because we just got here and I haven't seen the reason people gathered at the front of our house. I gave in

immediately and decided to head back in when something caught my eye. It was a hand that looked like that of my mother's. I forcefully tore away from Hercules grip and ran to the door. 

And there it was. My mother and father lying lifeless. I slumped to the floor and wept like a baby. After that I wiped my face and swore to avenge their deaths and that was when the ruthless me began.