The Wolf Deity

Fatherly Love

Talking about my combat skills is a bit odd. Despite my young age and lack of dedication to training, I somehow possess an incredible fighting ability. Most of my time is spent admiring myself in the moonlight rather than practicing, so where did all this power come from? Could it be the moon's doing? This just proves that I'm a genius.

While I was mentally cursing my foolish wolf companions, the bull lowered its head, aiming its sharp, one-and-a-half-meter-long horns at me, and charged forward.

Just then, a bone-chilling wolf howl pierced the air, sending shockwaves through the atmosphere. Even the treetops in the distance swayed, and every magic wolf or two-horned brown bull, including myself, had our fur stand on end, shivering. Following this, a thick, menacing black-purple lightning bolt appeared out of nowhere, striking the giant bull with a force that sent it flying, crashing to the ground like a straw hat caught in a storm, tumbling far away. When the bull finally stopped rolling and staggered to its feet, it stood still for a moment before collapsing with a thud.

Its spine had been shattered, leaving a long, charred mark on its body, emitting smoke while blood and entrails oozed out. The bull twitched briefly before falling silent and lifeless. A lightning chain that could kill such a massive, magic-resistant bull could only come from my father, Saker, the King of the Western Wolf Tribe. He stepped forward with a regal stride, furious that someone had dared to attack his genius son in front of him, challenging his authority. This was something he could not tolerate. After all, he had worked tirelessly for half his life, and I was his only surviving son, so it's understandable that he would be protective.

By this time, I had regained my senses and noticed that my father was injured, severely so. Blood was dripping from his lower abdomen, and one of his legs had a deep gash, with muscles grotesquely exposed.

I wanted to rush to him, but a commotion erupted among the two-horned brown bulls, and the strongest among them stepped forward, letting out an ear-splitting bellow. My father immediately turned, bared his sharp fangs, and issued a challenging roar at the bull. I wanted to help, but my father, the great Wolf King Saker, growled at me to stay back, insisting on facing the challenge alone. As the leader, it was disgraceful to gang up in a fight; he had to handle this himself. So I stood still, once again simmering with frustration.

In front of me, the wolf and the bull stared each other down for a long time. Suddenly, the Wolf King let out a long howl to the sky, causing a cloud overhead to swirl violently, turning a dark leaden color. A thick purple lightning bolt struck down from the sky. The two-horned brown bull bellowed, stomping the ground heavily, conjuring a strong gust of wind as it leaped forward, dodging the lightning. The ground around it shook violently, with dirt, weeds, and stones all whipped up by the whirlwind, hurtling towards my father. The fierce friction between the whirlwind and the lightning created a violent airwave. My father, moving like lightning himself, leaped forward, dodging the pitfalls and spikes that appeared on the ground, closing the distance to the giant bull. With a roar, the bull abandoned its magic attacks and switched to its natural physical strength. It lunged forward, its sharp horns gleaming like swords in the air. My father narrowly dodged to the side, exhaling a frosty breath that struck the bull's right horn. At the same time, the bull swung its head, and the left horn slashed under my father's belly, spraying blue blood and adding another grievous wound to his body. My father tumbled to the ground, struggling to regain his footing after three attempts. Meanwhile, the bull's right horn, struck by the frost breath, had turned white, with visible frost quickly spreading and freezing its clawed eye. The once rock-hard horn began to c***k and then shattered like ice, scattering pieces to the ground. The bull let out a heart-wrenching bellow as the frozen eyeball burst, spewing blue gas and eye fragments, followed by a gush of blood. Enraged, the bull stood on its hind legs, stomping the ground so forcefully that even the nearby wolves and bulls were flung meters into the air. In its agony-fueled fury, the bull unleashed a terrifying burst of power. If it were me, I'd turn and run; its wounds were worse than mine, and once this burst of energy faded, it wouldn't stand a chance. But my father, stubbornly clinging to his pride as the Wolf King, refused to back down.

As he was flung into the air by the tremors, the bull charged at his falling form. My father, spinning in midair, unleashed another frosty breath. The ground before him suddenly split open, and a three-meter-wide wall of earth rose up, blocking the frosty breath. With a thunderous crash, the bull shattered the wall and lunged at him. The frost breath had turned the wall into frozen soil, which broke apart under the bull's impact, sending chunks flying like cannonballs. Emerging from the debris was the bull's remaining horn, nearly two meters long and curved like a battle sword. I couldn't believe my eyes, but I heard my own voice let out a mournful, desperate howl. The bull, missing one horn and blinded in its right eye, stood proudly with my father's body impaled on its horn, a long section protruding from his back. His body convulsed with pain, and my heart ached with him.

With his fading gaze, my father took one last look at his rebellious son, let out a faint groan, and breathed his last. The wolves all bowed, mourning their fallen king in absolute submission. But I had no time for grief; my mind felt like it had been struck by my own lightning chain, churning like a stormy sea. I let out a wail and, like an arrow loosed from a bow, launched myself at the triumphant bull.

In an instant, I closed the hundred-meter distance. The bull leader, proudly accepting the cheers of his comrades, widened his one good eye in surprise at the sight of me.

I understood his shock; this wasn't how things were done among beasts. It was supposed to be a fair fight between kings, and with his victory, my tribe should wait until a new Wolf King was chosen and then challenge him again. What I was doing was akin to an ambush, breaking the rules.

As a veteran leader, the two-horned bull thought it necessary to teach this rule-breaking young wolf a lesson. With a roar, it shook off my father's corpse, and countless stone spears sprang from the ground like bamboo shoots after rain.

Unlike other blue wolves, I didn't instinctively dodge. My belly couldn't withstand these stone spears formed by earth magic, but my claws could tear through rocks. These magical stone spears weren't harder than real stone. I darted forward, leaping from spear to spear, swiftly closing in on the bull. Another roar, and an earthen wall sprang up before me. I leapt over it, and as I did, a finger-thin lightning bolt struck the bull's head. It dodged, leaving its massive body exposed—the real target I aimed for. A more vicious, arm-thick bolt of black-purple lightning shot out like a venomous snake, striking the bull's back where my father had torn a wound. No matter how strong its hide and bones or high its magic resistance, it couldn't protect the open wound. With a piercing scream, the bull collapsed. It leaped up in rage, stomping towards me with its immense strength and thick hide, but my agility was like lightning itself, with sharp teeth and claws. I didn't fight it head-on; I harried and harassed it.

The bull's temper was terrible, and when its eyes turned redder than mine, becoming a maddened beast, I didn't think twice before fleeing. The bull leader, no longer thinking clearly, had never seen a blue wolf retreat before losing, and with a furious roar, it charged after me.

The bull leader was slowly separated from the herd. Suddenly, I leapt up, cutting off its retreat, and let out a long howl, commanding the wolf pack to attack. The wolves hesitated; this violated the rules of beast duels.

But with the Wolf King's death, I was now the leader. Obedience was a natural instinct for lower-ranked wolves. Moreover, my actions were so bizarre—they weren't just confused by my wolf language commands to attack, but also by my odd behavior of standing on my hind legs and pointing a trembling paw at my enemy. This alone scared them.

I had no idea that in my fury, I had taken on this bizarre form, clearly an effect of merging with the memories of a man named "Sanhu." While other beasts would go berserk with rage, I became, in essence, a "crazy man."

By the time the other bulls realized something was wrong and rushed to their leader's aid, he was already overwhelmed by attacks from all sides. Seizing an opening, I leapt at him like lightning, my sharp fangs slicing through his throat. The sweet taste of blood flowed into my chest, soothing my wounded heart.

"Father, I swear to you, I'll never be reckless again."

At that moment, I wept bitterly!