It was a dark night, the stars were nowhere to be seen, probably because of the heavy polluted sky above, but most importantly there was no moon. Marcus was walking along the bay as he thought about all this. Of course it did not matter that much, a moon only triggered a werewolf reaction in the modern point of view, and he knew that it was a wrong assumption. Pretty much anything could set off a transformation, he had learned this the hard way. When he was a small child he had transformed when he was on a school trip in a Canada. The smell of moose was just so enticing.
Marcus thought about his history and thought about how far he had come, a werewolf demigod actually could outlive a normal human by a substantial amount. He had found out he had been born in the year 1985, which made him 30, yet he looked like a 15 year old. Because of this he reasoned that his kind grew up twice as slow as normal humans did. It made him twice the much an outcast as his transformation ability did.
Marcus kept pondering about all of this when he suddenly heard a howl pierce the night. Marcus let out a long sigh as he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching, and when they finally stopped, he let out another. "Father," he said "why have you come out here on this cold night." Marcus turned around and saw a group of wolves standing before him. One stood out though. He looked as if a human and wolf were molded together, he was neither wolf nor human, he was both. Lycaon smiled, let out another piercing howl and then said: "To see my son naturally, and to hunt. The pack is hungry, they need fresh meat."
Multiple wolves started to advance, gnarling and snapping at Marcus as he backed away. "Is this really necessary father, we have been through this so many times and you never got me." Marcus smiled as he started to transform, unlike his father he could be either a wolf or a human, while his father had to live in his hybrid body.
When he was a full wolf, Lycaon's wolves were already upon him. As he fended off a first enemy, a second one bit him in the side. Marcus angrily reeled around to attack this second foe, only to find more were there to greet him. 'This is no fight that I can win.' he thought as he started to back away. His father smiled now. "Going to run? You are no true son of mine."
Marcus had already started to run to the distant tree line as he heard those words. The would have stung with other people, but they had no effect on Marcus, Unlike other people he did not want to be associated with his father. The chase was on and as Marcus hit the tree line he had not really created any distance between him and the pack to speak of. The painful throbbing in his side began to slow him down, and he could not keep up this speed for much longer. Dodging trees became increasingly harder as his vision became blurrier every second. He would need a miracle to get out of this one. He began to run slower and slower and even felt Lycaon's wolves snapping at his tail.
Then, then he felt nothing anymore. He slowed down and turned around. The wolves were growling at him but not advancing any further, it seemed like an invisible barrier kept them back. "Just the miracle I needed" Marcus said and he started to change back into his regular form. When he was finished he immediately fell down on his knees. He put his hands on his side and when he looked at them again they were soaked in blood. His vision became even more blurry, and he heard a faint chuckle. "We have done enough damage here, let's go boys" A powerful howl shook the night and the wolves started the journey back to the beach. Marcus closed his eyes.
This was the end, the end of a miserable life. Maybe it was best if it all ended here. He thought back at his early years, he thought about his mother, the only person in the whole world who truly loved him eventhough she had been raped by his father. That happy period in his life had abruptly ended at the age of 5 when she was murdered in the middle of the night when going for a run. The rest of his live had been a road of misery. Orphanage after Orphanage as he was accepted nowhere, he made no friends because he was labeled as a freak, and now after years of fleeing from his dad and his past, it would all come to an end.
Somehow he was able to smile at the thought of this. Peace, at last, he finally could rest. He opened his eyes and looked at the trees above and kept staring as his life force flowed out of his body. He closed his eyes and sighed, he heard a movement somewhere in his surroundings and made one last effort to open his eyes and look around, but only the first was possible. When he finally open them he saw a boy with pale skin amd dark hair and eyes standing in front of him. It did not come as a shock as he was too weak to actually even think about it, and he closed his eyes again, for what he thought would be the last time.