Kill Them
For those of superior power, Werewolves knew only two things.
The first was Respect.
This was a feat achieved only by the fear of power.
The second was Fear.
This was a feat achieved only by the respect of power.
Exactly, both of them were interchangeable and we're perceive instinctively, fundamentally recognized in other to prolong existence.
In other words, it was a method of survival.
However, through out history, time and time again, there is one thing that has proven to have the ability to be able to cut through Respect and Fear.
It was called Pain.
It had the ability to harvest the potential of a person's mind and surmount even fear.
Of course, this was only on the condition that one acted according to the push of pain.
Such was Duster's circumstance as he stood facing Goji that was old, bigger and definitely stronger than him.
However, with nowhere to express the pain of his loss, all Duster could do was enact revenge.
This was an act that he performed without a care for his own life.
Duster attacked first.
He leaped from the ground onto the first tree, bouncing off it's hard surface like a ball to yet another, and another, an attempt to confuse his sharp eye opponent.
After all, this was action he had seen his elder brother, Dan perform regularly when ever he wanted to bully Gray and did not want Gray to see him coming.
Duster was nothing as fast as Dan, but bouncing off the trees proved useful as the trunks echoed against each other, and with his speed, it gave the illusion that he was all around, therefore confusing Goji.
In only a few seconds, Goji was left confused by this.
*SLASH!*
Duster delivered the first attack, his claws cutting into Goji's face, fetching blood as they did.
This was action that surprised Goji.
Again, it happened, and again.
However the fourth time, Goji waved his hand in the air, swiftly grabbing Duster as he smacked him to one if the trees.
*Bam!*
The hit was so hard that a jet of blood rushed from Dan's throat and beamed out his mouth.
He fell to the ground.
However, Goji was far from being done.
He had been smacked three times by a junior.
Goji was still young, but he was already a level 1 Bloodline creature.
Duster, just activating his bloodline was only level 0.
The difference was only a digit. But at the end of the day, a difference, was still a difference.
Duster was absolutely nowhere close to Goji in strength.
Duster SLAMMED hard against the tree and recoiled as the blood escaped his body.
However, even before he could fall to the ground, Goji had kicked against the earth as he rushed forth Duster.
*BAM BAM BAM*
Three consecutive hits to the stomach, each one raising Duster in the air.
Goji's anger knew no limit as he tried to enact his dominance over the weakling that had dared to over step and cross his path.
Each hit reverberated within Duster, making him cough out more blood, weakening his body from the inside out.
Like an overripe avocado, Duster fell to the ground.
His insides rejected the blood that once coursed peacefully within him through his mouth.
"You fucking trash! You think you can mess with me. Just because you managed to finally unlock your freaking bloodline?
Look at you. Like your trash brother and cry-baby sister, you are useless. Even after unlocking your bloodline, you don't know what your ability is."
Goji waved his hands, and claws appeared, their gleaming edges reflecting under the silver light of the full moon.
Proper observation would reveal that the tip of his claws had drops of a yellow liquid that threatened to fall off, but just lingered at the tip.
"I knew mine the moment I unlocked my Bloodline."
At this moment, many thoughts ran through Goji's head.
After all, he had just killed Gray, whom was a member of the pack.
That was against pack rules.
The punishment for taking another's life within the pack regardless of age was one thing, and that was death.
This was punishment that truly scared him. After all, he was only twelve and his life was only beginning.
However, there were only two witnesses to his crime.
One was Duster, and he had pursued him because of the obvious.
The second one was Cherry, she was back at the altar crying her heart out.
Because of the emergency that pulled the older ones in the pack, he was practically the strongest in this place.
A thought that was not foreign to any that had power with poor use of it appeared in his head.
After all, he had already killed Gray.
If he killed Duster now, he could rush back and also kill Cherry.
And then he would find a means to hide their bodies.
That way, if no one saw it, then it meant that they was no evidence of it ever happening.
Of course, this was the narrow mind of a twelve year old, reaching conclusions based on delusions to safe his own skin.
It was like a child taking meat from a pot of stew, washing their hands and expecting the mother not to know, even though the lips were stained with oil.
Werewolves always had their ways of finding out such things.
However, at the moment, adrenaline coursed through his body, the only thing he could think about was to fight, and the smart thought process for his action alienated him.
On the spot, he instantly concluded on a path to take.
To save his skin, he would KILL them all.
Gritting his teeth hard through the pain, he raised his head up.
He could see Goji's claws.
This was a pack, everybody knew everybody.
Such information such as a person's Bloodline ability were not so easy to hide. This was especially true for children as they had a habit of boasting about it.
Everyone in the pack knew that for Goji, it was poison.