The Golden Fur
1267 Words
Pellegarde’s Revenge
Chapter Three
The Golden Fur
Smoke still lingers over StarGard from the previous battle
Curling into the partial sun lit sky like a memory that refuses to die.
It’s dawn and the villagers whisper now, not in fear, but in hope.
Of a warrior in a golden brown cloak.
Of a phantom who moves like wind and strikes like a god.
They call him “ The Freedom Fighter.”
Because they do not yet know his name.
But the word spreads, like fire on dry grass, across Eden.
And the news reaches the Lycans it was meant to stir.
“The freedom fighter”
——-
“We offer him land” Maxxime says flicking his blade between his fingers
“We offer him women” Tranquillo sneers as he rests on the stone steps.
“We offer hun command” Duranville says the growls faintly visible in the shadows.
The Purgatory brothers sit in the obsidian built Hall, scheming on how they handle the situation at hand.
“The Freedom fighter’s name spreads like wildfire, we need to bring this to a conclusion before father has to act” Duranville added.
“And if he refuses,” he says,
“We gut him like the dog he is.”
And so the offer is made, carried by omega wolves dressed in robes, not armor.
They meet Pellegarde near the stream side deep in the forest of Eden.
“Galdril’s dogs, have you come for another thrashing?” Pellegarde says as he continues calmly sharpening his blade.
“A message from the princes of Eden.”
“We are ready to offer you 15% of Eden’s land, agriculture and women as long as you follow us back to the lair and join us.”
“The Galdril’s promise to make you an omega commander”
Their tongues are sweet.
Their promises are sweeter.
Pellegarde listens to their words in silence.
“A feast of wealth. Command. Dominion”.
“You mistake me for a man who wants power from Galdril and his pack,” he says calmly.
“I only want justice.”
He turns from them.
“Tells those betas, they can’t give me what I already own”
As he says that he walks away, they don’t follow.
They return empty-handed.
“He declined the offer my lords” one of the omegas speak as they all bow down at the feet of the purgatory
Duranville scoffs “As expected”
And that news, of course, enrages Tranquillo.
“I see the freedom fighter wants to die early“
“Hence I must go put him in his place”
Immediately he stacks the omegas that went on the initial mission.
“Come with Me”
“Take me where you last saw the freedom fighter, I’ll handle the rest” he says
They leave the lair going to hunt down Pellegarde.
Tranquillo
He wants the glory for himself.
Tranquillio’s hunt
Tranquillo rides out alone.
“Tranquillo only wants glory to himself, he can’t help it” Maxxime says.
“It’s the pride of an alpha” Duranville says.
“And that’s what we all possess”
“As Tranquillo would always say, it’s destiny.”
Meanwhile Tranquillo closes in on Pellegarde’s location.
It was a full moon.
His Senses heightened.
The omegas led him to the stream, he used his heightened sense of smell to decipher where Pellegarde laid.
He finds Pellegarde by the cliffs at midnight.
And then, they square off .
“You’ve made a mistake,” Tranquillo snarls with heavy disdain.
“You’re just a nobody, you filthy peasant”
“ They say you’re a ghost, a freedom fighter , untouchable, well ghosts bleed too, and I’m no toothless omega, I’m destined to be the next alpha and you’ll know why tonight.”
Pellegarde doesn’t even flinch.
“You’re not ready for what I am.” Pellegarde says
As they clash!
Tranquillo transforms into a massive Lycan with a guttural growl to Match as his Claws flash
Pellegarde has his guard up but still in base form. Their Fists strike.
Pellegarde moves like a storm forged in a war, each Blow block calculated, each blow brutal, and each step precise. He fends off Tranquillo and shatters his fang with a clubbing punch.
Tranquillo backpedals.
“How dare you, you filth! , how dare you mock the great Tranquillo like this?”
He snarls as he lunges in again.
He lands a punch to Pellegarde’s face , he staggers.
He tried to aim for his throat with his sharp claws.
Pellegarde, sidesteps, spins. .
And connects with an elbow to ribs.
Crack!
Then his transformation begins.
Not a full transformation.
But Just enough.
Gold threads shining brightly beneath his skin.
Golden Fur curls at his jawline.
His eyes burn in amber.
Tranquillo stumbles back with a look of fear mixed with awe, he’s never seen anything like this, not since the coup ten years ago.
“You’re no freedom fighter,” he spits blood.
“You’re something else entirely…”
“You… you, possess a Golden Fur…who.. who are you?”
Pellegarde doesn’t strike again.
He turns and immediately, he disappears into the night.
And with that Tranquillo walks away, defeated , injured and furious.
Pellegarde leaves him utterly shaken.
——-
Elsewhere,
The moonlight glints off on Jericho’s blade as she trains alone.
She’s become Faster. Stronger and Sharper than ever.
She feels it in her very core.
She’s perplexing as to why she feels so much more powerful
Something new is blooming under her skin.
Then Behind her.
An old voice.
“You’re still trying to find what doesn’t want to be found?”
It’s her nanny, voice like silk and filled with old experience.
Jericho stills. “What?”
The woman steps forward.
“Sometimes, the ones we think are cages… are really just mirrors.
And sometimes my dear Jericho , the blood in your veins doesn’t match the blood in your house.”
Those words stung. Like a deep, aching wound she couldn’t quite reach. For years, she had trusted the family that took her in.
They raised her, gave her a life and purpose,
But now, the very foundation of that life was cracking underfoot.
The ground beneath her feet for the first time in her life felt unstable, like it could give way at any moment.
Jericho frowns, unknowingly holding her breath.
“Why are you telling me this?” She says.
The old woman smiles.
“Because the moon has been whispering, child.
And lately… it’s howling back, it’s howling in fear”
“I hope, you navigate your beautiful destiny soon enough my dear Jericho”
she says before she vanishes into the dark.
Jericho is left alone,
Her heart was pounding with questions.
As she stopped training and stared at the moon deep in thought, the moon was full with a pale light now tainted with something else, something she couldn’t quite name.
It was as if the moon itself was mocking her, pushing her toward a truth that she wasn’t ready to face.
———
High above the stream,
Pellegarde sits in the branches, A little bruised but calm.
“You let him live,” Sebastien says beside him.
Pellegarde nods.
“Yes wise wolf, I needed him to go back.”
To spread the name.”
“What name?” Sebastien responds
Pellegarde smiles
“The Golden Fur”
“The Son of Eden.”
“Heir to the throne”
“Has returned.”
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