WOLF BOY

Scram!!!

With a fierce glare, Callaghan made a sudden move toward the wolf, growling loudly. The wolf whimpered in terror, shivering from head to toe. Callaghan let out one final roar, “ScrammmMMM!!!” The sound was deafening, and the wolf finally snapped out of its trance, running away as fast as it could. Callaghan watched it go, his eyes still glowing red with fury.

The wolf propelled itself forward, its powerful muscles propelling it through the inky blackness. Its sharp eyes darted from side to side, scanning for any sign of danger. The pounding of its paws echoed in its ears, a constant reminder of the peril it faced. The dense forest closed in around it, and the wolf had to duck and weave to avoid the gnarled roots and low-hanging branches that threatened to ensnare it.

Despite the obstacles, the wolf pressed on, driven by the need to survive. The forest floor shook beneath its weight as it hurtled through the underbrush, heedless of the pain as sharp twigs and brambles raked across its fur. It could hear its ragged breathing, and feel its heart pounding in its chest.

Finally, a glimmer of hope appeared on the horizon: the faint outline of a wolf camp, “Greenland,” beckoning in the distance. The wolf's spirits lifted, and it pushed itself even harder, summoning every last ounce of strength to reach its destination.

But just as it was about to reach safety, disaster struck. A sudden, brutal impact sent the wolf reeling. It collided with a tree, its body twisting and contorting in a grotesque dance of agony. Bones snapped and popped, tearing through flesh with a sickening sensation. The wolf writhed on the ground, howling in pain as it fought to stay alive. Its fur disappeared, leaving behind a naked man with ivory skin.

The man groaned, disoriented, and attempted to stand up. However, before he could even take a step, a figure rushed towards him, tackling him to the ground. As he looked up, he saw four men surrounding him, their eyes fixed on him with suspicion.

“What is your name?”

One of them demanded, his gruff voice echoing through the forest.

The man tried to speak, but his vocal cords were still adjusting to his new form. He cleared his throat, “I am Hopkins, the messenger of Alpha Grandalf,” he managed to say.

The man who had tackled him quickly stepped back, his eyes widening in recognition.

“Oh! It's you, Hopkins? I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to assault the Great Alpha's messenger.”

Hopkins couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. He had an important message to deliver, and the last thing he needed right now was to be mistaken for a threat.

The man extended his right hand towards Hopkins, gesturing for him to grab it. His eyes were filled with remorse as he spoke, “Please don't say a word about this to Alpha Grandalf, lest I may lose my life. As a sentry, I was only doing my job.” Hopkins remained silent, his expression unreadable. Hopkins hesitated for a moment before reluctantly taking the man's hand, using it to hoist himself up from the ground.

"It's okay Smucker," He finally replied.

Smucker's gaze lingered on Hopkins for a moment before he turned to his partners, muttering something under his breath.

“Perhaps one of you could lend him your cloak,” Smucker suggested. A young woman stepped forward, shrugging her shoulders as she removed her cloak and handed it to Hopkins. Her bright yellow eyes sparkled mischievously as she smirked at him, wagging her brows at his willy.

“Here you go, dicky,” she quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Hopkins felt his heart race as his eyes flicker towards the woman's face. One of the men was, in fact, a woman. He couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as he imagined her eyes roaming over his naked body. Quickly, he grabbed her cloak and covered himself.

“So, Hopkins, what's going on? Why were you running like a madman?” Smucker asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

“I have urgent news for Alpha Grendel,” Hopkins replied, trying to keep his composure.

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THE house of the alpha rumbled with laughter.

Everyone thought Hopkins had gone insane as he revealed the MYSTERY that had occurred at the glade.

“It's true, sire. I saw it with my own eyes,” Hopkins said, trying to keep his voice steady. But the alpha's mocking laughter echoed through the room, making Hopkins feel small and insignificant.

“I swear with my life sire. I am telling nothing but the truth.”

Grendel's heart sank at Hopkins' words.

“Do you mean Grandalf is no longer alive?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Hopkins' response was a simple,

“Sire, yes.”

Grendel could feel his emotions rising to the surface, but he fought to keep them under control. Instead, he gave a slow nod, signaling for Hopkins to continue.

As Hopkins spoke, Grendel's mind raced. He had never heard such a ridiculous report before. But what if Hopkins wasn't a joker? The sincerity in Hopkins' eyes, the way he shuddered unmanly with tears streaming down his half-closed eyes, all indicated that he may be telling the truth. Grendel couldn't believe that a red-eyed was killed by an omega. That sounded absurd, and just thinking about it made him want to punch Hopkins in the face.

But, he couldn't deny the fact that the Hopkins claimed the omega was wearing the goddess's mask. Whoever wore that mask was most likely the world's most powerful being. Grendel's lips curled into a small smile at the thought of finally meeting beholding the goddesses mask. He knew that if he could find the person wearing that mask, he would be able to gain unimaginable power.

As he stood there lost in thought, Grendel couldn't help but wonder about the events that had led to this moment. How had Grandalf, one of the strongest red-eyes in the pack, fallen victim to an omega? It was unheard of. Grendel made a mental note to investigate the matter further.