Chapter VII

“Shit, shit, shit, shit…”

It was the only thing that ran through his head as the smell of his scout was getting stronger. The metallic smell of blood had not helped him calm down. He could hear the faint howls as his troops were trying to follow him.

Getting near the area of his scouts, he stopped getting any further.

*Crunched.*

Those were the sounds he did not want to hear. Subconsciously morphing and trying to blend against the tall trees he finally saw him.

Cerberus in his Lycan form. His form was much bigger, his fur matted, and he could see his left arm was deformed and had looked like a tree had grown from it, his yellow teeth dripping drool. What was scary of him was not how monstrous he had now looked.

But his animalistic eyes stared at him as he held one of his limp, unconscious, bleeding scouts. Without breaking eye contact. He had lifted the scout and opened his mouth.

Terror had frozen him in place. His impulsive hero act had disappeared. As Ceberus took a slow bite of his victim’s head. It wasn’t the wet crunching sound that had really gotten him, it was the fact he had slowly adding pressure to his victim’s head and the sudden scream of his pray.

“Ben...ed..ic”

He growled. Tilting his head, eyes wide and absent of anything humane. Cerberus opened his mouth.

He had let the remains of what used to be part of a human slip from his muzzle.

Before he could step back, Cerberus pounced.

Pinning his head on the ground.

Blood and salvia dripped from his mouth as his hot heavy breathe fanned him.

“B...tr...ya….l”

He growled out. His menacing eyes had made his deranged smile more sinister.

Tilting his head and racing an ear, Cerberus heard more of his former men racing towards them.

Benedict tried shifting and before he could fully form, Cerberus had scrunched up his mid forming snout breaking his facial bones in the process. Unfazed with his clawing and wriggling.

Cerberus looked down at benedict his left arm started moving, twisting and shifting as it started to become a large sharp thorny blade. Like a broken tree.

He pierced Benedict on his shoulder and then snapping his own wooden arm.

“Waa...t..chh”

Pinned to the ground between the tree roots. All he could do was watch in horror. As his abomination of an arm started to regrow. Ceberus' back was towards him as he stood in full length waiting for his men to come.