Chapter III

And so he did.

His body, bursting and being torn into shreds as he morphs into his Lycan form. He had clawed Keilo and ran towards the woods.

He could hear the howls of pain as Keilo clutched his face.

Ceberus ran, adrenaline pumping through him but he was consuming air from his lungs.

His fur-raising its shackles. He could feel Keilo chasing him. Keilo’s roar was a hair’s breadth away from him.

Ceberus stumbled.

He was losing a lot of blood. Ceberus made a sharp turn, he felt Keilo almost swiping the back of his neck but the second he did turn he fell towards a ditch. His head was spinning as he tumbled down his body taking hits from sharp rocks, he had tried to stop his fall with his arm forgetting his left arm was torn and it had caused him his downfall. Once his world stopped spinning he could feel something had stabbed him on his right side. He couldn’t get up now. His breath was short.

Ceberus tried opening his eyes but he couldn’t see from all the dirt, sweat and blood covering him. He couldn’t sense Keilo either.

His body felt heavy, he couldn’t move anymore.

Ceberus’ body relaxed the adrenaline in him, sharp pains were turning numb. Soon the animals would feast on his body. He thought.

All he could see was darkness, death was claiming him. The animal in him was desperate; he could feel a part of him trying to claw out. Desperate for air and unimaginable will to live.

With lungs filled with blood. He let whatever was left of him out as he embraced death with unwilling arms.

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Keilo sniffed the ground, he had lost Ceberus but he could smell how close he was.

Raising his nose he followed his scent. Turning from a corner he could sense how close he was. It was easy enough tracking him due to his blood being so out in the open, he knew he couldn’t have gone that far after all the damage he had inflicted.

He looked down from the slope. There he was. Ceberus, lying on the ground, his body unmoving. Keilo sneered. Oh how unfit to be Alpha he thought Ceberus was. He was going to climb down and claim his body to parade in front of the pack, Keilo paused. He could see from the corner of his eyes a wolf sniffing, cautious and alert, the animal feeling Keilo’s presence. He decided to move farther back, contemplating his next action, he couldn’t decide whether to take Ceberus or let it be eaten, his fur would have been a sweet trophy for his new throne.

He saw how the wolf slowly went towards the body, sniffing then licking it, without much thought it had bitten Ceberus, tearing a chunk out of him. Keilo growled unconsciously, silently deciding that no part of Ceberus was worthy to step foot on his land. The wolf, hearing the threatening sound, growled and barked at him, its tail between its legs, then suddenly dragging the giant body slowly away from Keilo.

He turned around and said he need not watch the wolves' feast. He knew it would be nothing but bones to the den it would be placed in. Nature must claim what is weak to give back to the stronger ones. Hr thought.

Slowly he started running back towards home; he needed his Sages to heal him, his face gaining fresh scars from Ceberus claws.