Blood and Resolve
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Pellegarde’s Revenge
Chapter One
Blood and Resolve
King Pellegarde’s roar shakes the hall “You will not take Eden!!”
The king alpha is drenched in blood and sweat,
His once golden fur now tattered in the heat of battle,
He fights like a legend from old books.
The sacred stronghold of the Pellegarde bloodline, now under siege.
The scent of burning flesh and blood fills the air, chaos is unleashed
,
The once glorious Pack Leaders Hall is in utter ruins,
Pillars have crumbled, the grand chandelier twirls violently from the tremors coming from the battle below.
Feral howls echo through the lair as the Pellegarde warriors are slaughtered by the invaders
“Galdril’s lethal wolves” , their eyes burning with a cruel disdain and hunger.
“Eden was never yours old friend, you’re too weak, far too kind we deem you unfit to rule”
Galdril says
As he stands before the alpha king Pellegarde flanked by three of his monstrous, evil personified sons,
They’re known as “the purgatory”.
And together they launched the coup….
On the right flank of the hall, king Pellegarde’s Luna stands between her 13 year old son and advancing enemies, blood dripping from her lips, but her eyes.. her eyes are still full of courage.
She grips her son’s face forcing him to look at her,
“Gilbert listen to me, listen to mother”
“You must live Gil, you must endure, the pack survives through you my son.”
Before she finished her statement a large Lycan pounced on her.
Gilbert Pellegarde screams as claws pierced her back impaling her and scarring him across his chest.
He fell to the ground in tears and agony
“Run Gilbert!!, never stop running, don't look back."
Those would be her final words to him…
His father the king lunges at Galdril after fending off his sons, only to be impaled through the heart by Galdril himself, an injury which would sadly be his end.
Pellegarde tries to fight, but his mother’s strength, although fading, manages to shove him backward and out of the path of an oncoming sword.
His whole world is crashing before his eyes, the only home he has ever known is drowning in blood, sweat and flames.
His mother’s lips move one last time, trying to whisper something… but he can’t hear, tears fill his eyes as Her body finally falls…
“Aaaaah!!!” His world crumbled before him as he lets out a deranged scream.
He kneels down in pain and defeat not knowing what to do anymore, but then
A hand grabs him by the back of his collar,
Old Sebastien an old Lycan loyal to the Pellegardes
“No!,you don’t die here boy! RUN!”
“Let me go! I.. I can’t leave…. mother!!!”
Pellegarde fights him, screaming to go back but was too small, too weak.too powerless to do anything…
As they were making their escape,He turns one last time.
He Sees His father’s lifeless eyes, His mother’s blood-stained lips, Galdril’s wicked smile of victory.
Duranville, Tranquillo and Maxxime, three of the then juvenile delinquents known as The Purgatory brothers laughing maniacally.
He lets out a scream one final time; And then… nothing, just utter darkness.
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Pellegarde jolts awake in fear, He’s relived that night too many times.
The screams.
The blood.
His mother’s final words.
He wakes up in darkness with his body all sweaty and his breath ragged, his hands trembling as he touches the scar on his chest instinctively.
He does that a lot, a painful reminder of his past but also serves as a wake up call to get back everything he’s lost.
But.. His mind still hears it;
The screams,
The clash of steel,
The clash of paws and fangs,
His mother’s final words.
“Run Gilbert!, never stop running.”
He steps out of the cave posturing himself up, the air outside cold and dry, the boy who fled that night, flees no more.
Vengeance is written all over his face,
“vengeance”
That’s all he’s ever thought about,
Ten years has passed since that gruesome life changing event but it’s finally time, it’s time to take his stance.
The dense forest stretches farther than his eyes can see, this dense forest has been his only home for the past decade.
In the distance, the moon hangs like bright but like an omen full, it’s luminous,it’s bleeding red at it’s edges.
Sebastien, his caretaker now exiled and a fugitive watches him from the shadows.
The old werewolf doesn’t speak.
He already knows, Pellegarde’s Revenge is nigh..
Gilbert Pellegarde sits on the edge of the cliff outside his cavern.
Eyes staring at the moon above.
“Ten Years, ten years of waiting, ten years of hiding but the waiting ends now.
The hiding ends here”
“A wolf does not cower in the shadows forever.”
The time has come.
I shall return to The throne of Eden.
I will take back all that is rightfully mine, and I shall make them pay!,
All of them”
A heavy wind blows, rustling the trees in the forest beneath him like a sign of approval.
Then The forest goes quiet, Too quiet,
The kind of silence that settles before a storm, like a harbinger of violence and doom.
Gilbert stands at the edge of the cave’s mouth where he sat, bare chested, his breath merging into the cold night air.
His heart is still thundering from the nightmare, but his eyes…oh his eyes.. they’re ever so calm.
He’s Focused and Hungry.
Then… a sound slices through the forest landscape.
A howl, Not his.
Low and menacing, it rises through the trees like a battle cry, somewhat in agony.
It’s distant, yet it feels so personal, It feels Familiar. Like it Summons him.
Gilbert freezes, every muscle in his body coiling in instinct.
That’s no ordinary wolf, That was a call to arms.
He steps further forward.
His bare feet pressing into the ground.
He lifts his gaze toward the moon.
The same blood-tinged all seeing orb that watched his family die.
His golden eyes ignite, glowing brighter and brighter with each breath.
And then… He howls back.
A fierce, spine-chilling sound echoes through the forest..
Not of sorrow, Not of grief but of war.
The very core of the forest trembles.
From deep within his chest, through his scarred lungs.
Gilbert Pellegarde.
A soul forged in fire.
The Crimson Moon draws near.
And with it,
The prophecy they tried to erase.
“Let the hunt begin.”
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