Chapter Four: The Revelation

Silas was devastated to hear about his mother's illness. He had always been close to her, and the thought of losing her was unbearable. He spent every moment he could by her side, holding her hand and trying to comfort her. He had spent his whole life training and honing his skills, just as she had taught him, but he never imagined a life without her.

One night, as Althea's condition worsened, she called Silas to her bedside. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Silas, my son, I need to tell you something important. Something I should have told you a long time ago."

Silas leaned in, his heart racing. "What is it, mother?"

"I was hard on you, Silas, because of the circumstances of your birth," Althea said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your father is Zemo, the Prince of the Moon Pack Kingdom. When his father found out about the affair between me and his son, he banished me from his kingdom and   his son even denied me. I was left to raise you on my own, with no support or help from anyone if not for Alex that saved me."

Silas was stunned. He had always known that he was different, that he didn't belong in the pack, but he never knew why. He never knew the truth about his father.

Silas felt a surge of anger rising in his chest. His mother had been banished from her home, and he had grown up without a father, all because of his own father was a coward.

Silas felt a sense of determination wash over him. He would make his mother proud. He would become the strongest, the most skilled, the most powerful werewolf in the land, and he would take down Nobi and his pack, no matter what it took.

"Mother, I will make them pay for what they've done to us," he vowed.

Althea smiled weakly, her eyes shining with pride. "I know you will, my son. You have always been strong and determined, and I believe in you."

Althea smiled in pain, tears streaming down her face. "I love you, Silas," she whispered before she slept off.

Silas stayed with his mother throughout the night, holding her hand and listening to her stories. In the morning, she passed away peacefully, surrounded by love.

Silas was heartbroken, but he was also filled with a burning desire for revenge. He knew that he had to find his father and claim his birthright as a prince. He set out on a journey to discover the Moon pack kingdom and to confront the ones who had banished his mother including his cowardly father.

"I promise, mother," Silas said, his voice firm and resolute. "I will make them pay for what they did to us."

Silas stood up, his heart heavy with grief and determination. He knew what he had to do. He had to become the best, the strongest, and the most powerful werewolf in the land. He had to avenge his mother and restore her honor.

And he would stop at nothing until he accomplished his goal.

As Silas watched his mother take her last breath, he made a vow to her. He would avenge her death and make sure that those responsible paid for their crimes.

Silas trained harder than ever for the next two years, honing his skills as a warrior and a mage. He knew that he would need all his strength and magic to defeat the werewolf kingdom's army and claim his rightful place as prince.

Two years after his mum died, Silas packed his belongings as he left the small, humble cabin that had been their home, he knew that he was facing an uphill battle. The pack that had banished his mother was powerful, and they would stop at nothing to maintain their hold on the kingdom.

Silas took a deep breath and looked up at the full moon shining above him. He felt a surge of power within him, and he knew that he was ready to take on whatever lay ahead.

Little did he know, there were forces at work that he could not yet comprehend. Forces that would challenge everything he thought he knew about his past, his present, and his future.

As he walked into the darkness, Silas couldn't shake the feeling that something big was about to happen: something that would change everything. Then he saw Alex.

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"Where do you think you're going, Silas?" Alex asked, his tone stern.

"I have to leave, Alex," Silas replied, his voice tinged with anger. "I have to find revenge for my mother’s death" he still hadn’t told Alex his true identity. His mother had instructed him not to.

“What do you mean revenge? Your mother died of natural causes. No one assassinated her. You’re just blinded by rage and trying to look for a victim.”

“Then it’s high time I left here and see what the world has for me” Silas was getting tired of going back and forth with this discussion. He needs to step out of his way.

"You can't leave," Alex growled, grabbing Silas by the arm. "You're my best man, my weapon. I can't afford to lose you."

Silas glared at Alex, his anger boiling over. "I'm not your weapon, Alex. I'm my own person. And I have to do this."

The two werewolves stood facing each other, tension mounting between them. Silas knew he had to get past Alex, but he didn't want to hurt him. Alex had been like a father to him, after all.

But Alex wasn't going to let Silas go without a fight. He lunged at Silas, his claws extended, and the two began to grapple. Silas was taken aback by the sudden attack, but he quickly recovered and fought back with all his might. Despite his anger, he knew he couldn't kill Alex. But he also knew he couldn't let him stop him from leaving. Despite Alex's experience and strength, Silas had grown even stronger than him, thanks to his intense training. And fueled by his anger, Silas fought back with a ferocity that surprised even him.

The fight was brutal, both of them using all their skills to try to gain the upper hand. But in the end, Silas was stronger, and he managed to knock Alex to the ground.

Breathless, Silas looked down at the injured werewolf. He knew he couldn't leave him there to die, but he also couldn't take him with him. Silas paused for a moment, looking at the man who had raised him and trained him. He felt a pang of guilt and regret, but his desire for revenge was stronger. With a heavy heart, Silas left Alex there and set out on his own, knowing he was now an enemy to the pack that had raised him.

“Go and make me proud Silas. Destroy Zemo” Alex shouted painfully as Silas left confused. Was he really pushing him to leave the pack all along? How did he know all along that he was Zemo’s illegitimate son?

Silas left without looking back as he set his journey to vengeance. All he thought about every single day for two years was more than a thousand ways to end the Zemo and all that he loved. But right now, his mind has been fixated on one master plan just like he did to his mother. Make him love him and stab him to the chest. This was a master plan but he didn’t know that this was just the beginning…