Argus
A proper pack was long due in Arcane Towne, but in current circumstances, lone wolves and ferals were all that’s left. The werewolf society was idle and in desperate need of order, these days it seemed that Argus was the only one keeping these pups together. Young werewolves of the town had taken to playing truant in effort to fight for the Arcane Society. More than once Argus had been alerted of brutal attacks, and worse, fights between the gang of teenagers. They were blinded by heroic fantasies and dreams of human (and possibly vampire) Armageddon. If anything, these senseless pups were the only ‘pack’ around.
You’re going to… for this…
I can say whatever I…
Stop! … This has gone… of hand…
Argus raced after the sounds of their voices, leaving the kitchen behind and a crew of workers to tend to their own. As a key chef of the kitchen, they were going to be asking a lot of questions once he returned. He stripped off his apron and shirt, tossing them into the air. In the distance, Argus heard ragged waves of growls and yelps. He had to get to the bottom of this before that snake-haired CMI did. Two fully-fledged wolves hurled their great bodies at one another; every vicious bite came like a thunder strike in the sky. A small group of teenagers cheered and whistled, throwing their fists into the air. Among them were a couple of humans, Argus could smell. What the hell are they doing?!
He stumbled and crouched to the ground, digging his fingers in the earth. A wave of heat swept over him, followed by a ragged breathing that grew into harsh, growls of a beast. Pain found him on all sides. Argus squeezed his eyes shut.
In this body, Argus could see the red smear on the ruff of the young, sandy furred wolf. His opponent was likely to kill him if he continued to strike at his throat; Argus knew that in human form, those wounds would be fatal. Argus charged at the opponent before he could make one final blow, dug his fangs into his shoulder and seized the thrashing pup to the ground. Yelps and cries echoed in the air, Argus took a step back and watched him wither into a human. Just a boy. A sixteen-year old, no more.