The Howling of the Omegas
The night air was cold, the moon swollen and bright. Marcus had taken every precaution. Heavy iron chains, padlocks, and a remote location far from his house and his mother. He thought he'd be safe.
But in an instant, when the moon reached its peak, he was struck by it like a bolt of lightning.
A searing rush of energy surged through his veins, his skin prickled like fire, and his bulging muscles warped. Bones snapped, crackling like dry twigs before reshaping themselves in ways no human body should.
Marcus: (screaming) "Aaaarghhh—!"
The pain overwhelmed him; he convulsed, and his vision went black.
Vasco & Jace
Meanwhile, not very far from the scene, Vasco and Jace were wandering. Business was slack that night for Burn Knuckles, but an uncomfortable feeling had nagged Vasco, as if something was beckoning him.
Then it came.
A howl rent through the air. Deep, guttural, and primal, it vibrated in their very bones.
Vasco: (Eyes wide) "Did you hear that?"
Jace: (nervous but curious) "Yeah… it wasn't a dog. That was something else. Let's check it out."
Vasco: (nodding, determined) "If someone's in danger, we can't back down."
They moved quietly through the woods, the moonlight guiding their path. What they found stopped them in their tracks.
The Clash of Beasts
Before him in the clearing stood a monster. Logan—but no longer human. His body had stretched into a towering, hulking humanoid wolf. Thick muscles rippled beneath dark fur, his claws gleaming like knives. His yellow eyes burned with hunger.
Jace: ( wide-eyed, whispering) "No way… werewolves? That's impossible…"
Vasco: (fists tightening) "Impossible or not, that thing's dangerous."
Logan's growl rumbled like thunder as his body crouched low to strike. His eyes fixed on them.
But before he could strike, another form burst from the shadows—smaller, leaner, but still ferocious. Marcus.
Unlike Logan, Marcus's wolf form was a bit more compact but built for speed. His frame was packed with dense muscle; his fur sleek, and his yellow eyes burned with focus. With a guttural roar, he tackled Logan, sending both beasts crashing into the dirt.
The treetops shook with the discordant sound of claws raking across fur, teeth snapping like steel traps, and guttural growls echoing through the night.
Jace: (staring, hardly breathing) "There's… two of them?"
Vasco: (eyes sharp, awe in his voice) "Marcus… that's Marcus."
Jace: (disbelieving) "How can you tell?"
Vasco: (nodding, certain) "I know. Only Marcus would jump into a fight like that without fear."
The Battle
Logan swiped with monstrous force, his claws tearing deep gashes across Marcus's chest—but the wounds sealed almost instantly. Marcus countered with quick slashes into Logan's ribs, but the bigger wolf tanked the blows, healing just as fast.
Every hit was brutal, raw.
Every howl shook the trees.
Every clash was like thunder. Vasco and Jace did not budge. They couldn't. They had to see where this went. Because what they were watching wasn't just a fight. It was a war between beasts. And the winner wouldn't just be stronger— The winner would be alpha.