Fault Of The Moon Goddess

Blood rained down as the war raged on. War? No. That would mean two sides with compatible power going against each other. In his circumstance, this was a one-man army battle. Crimson corpses adorned the earth in the dead night. It was hundreds against one. And he, Darion, was the sole fighter against an army of werewolves. He lounged on the top of the branch of the longest tree surrounding them, observing the now not-so-confident tread of the werewolves as well as the fear that rang out through their souls when they saw the bodies of half of them sent to attack him. Swaying his legs over the verge of the branch, he gave a cruel smirk. The air thick with the scent of their horror to him. ''Why so surprised? Surely you didn't believe that I would be taken down by some incompetent pups.'' they were frigid, paralyzed with fear. ''Why do you think they brought a bunch of you to apprehend me when they could have sent your hero?'' he looked at them with dark eyes. ''You know... I don't want to hurt anyone anymore seeing as I have somewhere urgent to be. You can leave now to save yourself.'' he jumped down, making them flinch back. “If not, who's next?'' when they were tight-lipped he grew angry. He didn't want to hurt them. They were scapegoats the pack couldn't care less for, thus were sent after him even though the elders knew what he was capable of. He was growing impatient as they stood still, not charging at him and not budging. ''I guess you don't have the right to my mercy.'' he said when he ran out of patience. Darion moved gradually, still giving them a chance to flee for their lives. However, the moment their tensed stance dropped, ready to attack, he struck. So swift that he seemed to be a haze. His claws speared through them and ended their lives. Screams echoed in his mind as he brought an end to them. When it was over, the earth sponged the blood, turning the ground black in the dark. His body was neat and not a touch of blood on his flawless physique. He had outmatched them, so why did he feel miserable? Was it because they were innocent Lycans who were used as shrouds, just like him? He recalled the kind of agony and pain the pack and its elders had put him through just for being a hybrid. His father was a Lycan and his mother a werewolf. They had met and fallen in love during one of the wars between Lycans and werewolves. Darion was the outcome of their unlawful love as the Lycans would put it. Lycans were constantly at war with werewolves due to their former status as oppressed slaves to the werewolves. Werewolves believed they were werewolf defects, thus making themselves superior to the Lycans. They were enslaved to guard the werewolves day and night. After centuries of slavery and being dominated upon by werewolves, the Lycans stood up for themselves because they found it absurd as to why they should allow werewolves to dominate and have control over them when they were larger, smarter and faster than the werewolves. Since their surge over werewolves, lots of wars and killings have transpired between Lycans and werewolves with rage among them increasing as years passed by. And now, Darion had to pay for the sins of his dead parents whom he didn't even get the chance of meeting. The Lycans had seized him from his parents and assassinated them, at least that was what everyone told him. And his life has been hell since then. Voices jeering towards him jerked him out of his trance. He knew he had to go away, and he had to do it quickly. He shifted into his unique animal form and sprinted towards the end of the woods. He had never yearned to leave the pack like how he felt. He had to find her, he had to find his mate. His wolf was getting weaker. He knew who his mate was, but she was not close to him, and that was what was making him weak. His mind drifted off to the first day he saw her. 19 years ago... “Let the bastard go.'' Darion heard Igor, the Lycan alpha say. The Lycans didn't have a Beta or a Gamma, just an Alpha who steered them in everything they did. He knew he would be the one who would be sent to survey the territory separating them from the humans and protecting them against the werewolves just like he had always done. He stopped playing with the few kids who were not fearful of him and made his way towards the woods before he was even reminded of his duty. He walked confidently into the woods ready to attack whatever would come at him from the woods. Because of the constant fight with the werewolves, the woods was not the safest place to be alone. But they didn't care. They were aware of the strength he possessed, a gift he alone had from being the hybrid born of a werewolf and lycan. Darion was strong beyond imagination. The first time he found out, he was only ten. He was out playing with Jason, the only person in the pack who played with him at the time. They were playing a game of hide-and-seek, but this game was a bit different from the normal hide-and-seek game. With this, the seeker had to find the hideout of the person hiding by sniffing out his scent. They played this game even though Darion could hide his scent from anyone he wished but to them, that made the game more fun. Darion was still hiding from Jason when he encountered a werewolf. After calling out Jason's name and receiving no reply, he ran, trying to get back to the territory, but the werewolf had outrun him. After a few struggles with the werewolf, he killed it while still in his human form. He was so dumbfounded by it and never told anyone from the pack, not even Jason. The second time was when he was being starved for a little mistake he committed and like always he was deprived of food. After a while of being teased and laughed at by the other kids, some older lycans used food to tease him, having had enough he pounced on them and shredded them to pieces in the face of hundred other Lycans. Since then, he became their protection and defence. ''Dad, I think I broke my ankle'' a child's voice tensed him, snapping him back to the present. His claws panned out ready to attack. He concealed his figure behind a huge tree and looked down at the family of three in their hiking suits walking down the mountain. ''I told you it wasn't okay to bring her, but you had to insist'' a lady who looked like the little girl's mom yelled to the man with them. ''Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry'' she shrieked, going to the little girl who was now seated on the ground. ''Get on daddy's back.'' the man said squatting on the floor right in front of the girl. Darion could inhale something nice, a scent he had never scented. It was the whiff of blood, but it had a different feel to it. He inhaled deeply trying to get filled with the fragrance. ''Mate.'' he listened to a voice growl within him. The voice was clear and sudden as if a new person had just grown within him.