William was able to regain his feet and face the two grey werewolves. Why won’t they stay down? Another ripple across his brain answered him. While he was in werewolf form, he had never gotten tired, he had never felt fatigued, except at the end of the night when he was about to change back into his human form. He was tired now. The fourth werewolf was recovering and once again he was facing three grey werewolves.
They approached him but for some reason they didn’t try to encircle him. William thought that was odd. Now he had a straight line on all three of them and he could study them and anticipate what they were going to do.
William backed up a step and was barely able to catch himself from falling as his foot found a deep groove in the chewed-up earth. He knew that his assassins had to have seen him stumble and he knew that they would see that like sharks smelled blood in the water, for some reason though the others did not press their attack.
William backed up another step and his head started to swim. He saw black spots float up into his vision. He tried to blink the spots away, but they returned. He was fascinated by them, though. They didn’t move unless he concentrated on them then they pulled his eyesight up and away from whatever he was looking at. He shook away the thought and concentrated on the approaching werewolves.
He knew he didn’t have a lot of time left and he had a feeling that the three were just waiting for him to pass out from exhaustion. He decided to go on the offensive. He dove into the middle of the formation and with the abandon of a wild animal he ripped and slashed at all three of them at once. He didn’t care about life or death. He felt a few punches and kicks land up and down his body, but he refused to acknowledge the pain or even the sensation. All that mattered was the fight; the only thing he cared about was dealing out as much damage as possible. He let go of all his inhibitions. William felt his blood surge as he fought. He released his rage and it flowed through him, just as tangible as the blood that flowed through his veins. He didn’t even care if he survived anymore. He was lost to the fight. He let go of everything.
A hind leg caught him in the midsection, and he fell with a grunt as oxygen was driven out of his body. He let his body weight collapse down on his knees as he hit the ground. Kneeling there he looked up at the three remaining werewolves. They didn’t look too good. He smiled as he studied the wrecked abdomen of one. A jagged white line that ripped across a milky white spot that used to be an eye on another. He didn’t even care about the pain he had caused them he felt no empathy for them at all. His vision was swarming with those black dots, and he didn’t even care that he was about die.
He heard movement off to his right and made his head turn toward the noise. Through the boundary of the clearing Ares broke through and ran to stand in between himself and the four grey werewolves.
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“What are you doing? This pup has been defeated.”
He couldn’t see around the massive shape of Ares, but he knew the answering voice was from the original speaker of the four. “Ares, we have been charged with the death of this pup. I’m sorry but this has to be done.”
Ares was pissed, William could hear it in his teacher's voice as a barely controlled volcano that was about to erupt any moment. “Because he can’t change into his original form?” Ares turned around, “William, you need to change back into your human form now or you will die.” William tried to care about dying but he couldn’t. He could barely hold his head up anymore he was so tired of everything.
Ares gripped William’s head in both his hands. “William, you have to change now. You swore to me that you would not give up.”
That struck a chord in William’s weary body. I promised that to Ares if he would teach me. He forced his head to think, though he really didn’t want to. It seemed that even his other was asleep and all of his energy was gone. He looked down at his arm. The white scar stared back at him. “It’s funny how many chains we make for ourselves without wanting too.”
Ares cocked his head to the side at the muttered comment from his student. William looked into Ares’ gold eyes and nodded. Ares was then gripped from behind by two sets of grey furred claws. He barked out in surprise and wrenched himself free from the would-be assassins. Ares turned on the four grey werewolves and William heard him growl. The four took a collective step backwards.
William would have loved to stand up and see how this standoff was going to end. But he couldn’t pull his eyes away from his scar and all that he had promised when he had marked himself. The scar was accusing him, laughing at him, impugning him. Black spots were floating up in front of him and he closed his eyes.
It was so still in this place; nothing could touch him. He heard a voice that he knew very well speak out into the void. “Are you going to just kneel there and die, or are you going to fight.”
“I can’t fight anymore.” His voice was calm. He felt no anger and he was calm about the subject of dying. He had let go of that fear along with everything else.
“You can’t or you won’t.” As the words were spoken a werewolf walked into his vision from the void that he was kneeling in, he knew that this was his other. William noticed that his other was still in werewolf form but was smaller somehow.
“What happened to you?”
“I guess I gave you too much of myself too quickly. I have to rest and so do you. But if you don’t do what Ares told you to do, you and I will both die.”
“I don’t care about that anymore.”
His other stopped and looked up and down the human that was standing in front of him. “Then you have given up your fear and you’re truly free.” William felt a wave of energy wash over his body as his skin erupted in goose bumps. “William, you have to change back to what you are. I will always be here. You and I have a lot to do before we die.” The werewolf turned around and started to walk back into the void. He stopped and turned his head to look at William with one eye. “You fight pretty well, for a human. See you around.” He waved his hand in a familiar mock salute and disappeared back into the darkness.