Well guys, been feeling pretty good lately, pretty soon 2018 will be over. It's been a pretty good year for me. Finishing up my first year in the army, only about two more to go after this. Gotten in better shape. Eating better food (For the most part) Started talking to this really amazing girl. And overall, life has just gotten better and better.

Lets see, other than that, life goes on as normal. I have decided not to stay in the army after this contract. While I'm still proud I joined, glad I made it through Infantry training. And yeah its awesome I got to go to Air Assault school and got sent to the 101st airborne. But honestly, this life isn't for me. So as soon as my contract is up I'm getting out. Probably move back to illinois for a slight bit to adjust back to civilian life. And then most likely move to a different state. Because honestly after living in Kentucky and seeing how much better and cheaper it is than Illinois its like. Shit, can't go back there for the rest of my life.

Anyways, thats enough, lets get to the story.

Time had passed and things had only gotten worse for Blake and her team. She made a promise she wouldn't abandon them, and she kept that promise. But it didn't mean things were any better. Beacon Academy was swarmed with Grimm. And things had all gone to hell. Yang lost an arm, and she was currently bleeding next to Blake. Adam had been here. And he was attacking innocent people. She knew he was heading down a dark path but she never figured it would be THIS bad! He was practically committing genocide. And Blake could do nothing, she was too injured to move, and She was holding onto Yangs other arm.

Ruby had gone off to find Pyrrha after Jaune had made a distress call. And Blake could only hope the redheaded champion was okay. She was praying for help, any help that things could get better.

"HELP! HELP!" She heard a distress call, but it wasn't coming from the Atlas radios.

She turned her head to see that the distress call was coming from a knocked out white fang grunt radio.

She was confused. Why was someone on the White fang's channels calling for help? They were the ones leading the attack! Why were they calling for distress. She crawled over to the other side of the med bay and grabbed the radio.

"Whats wrong?" She asked as she spoke into the radio.

"HE'S HERE! THE SON OF A BITCH IS HERE! WE NEED BACKUP!" The man seemed terrified of something.

"Who's here? What is going on?" Did Atlas send reinforcements.

"THE WOLF! THE WOLF IS HERE! THE WHITE WOLF OF THE CRESCENT MOON!" At that Blake froze.

She remembered the name, during her time in the white fang it brought her great fear. The white wolf was a horror story. But after she had learned the truth from her parents, she could only think of one thing.

"Uncle Brynjar! He's here!" She thought in excitement and fear as she needed to see him. She hobbled over to Yang.

"Yang! Yang!" She shook her.

"B-Blake?" Yang's voice was so weak.

"He's here! He's here Yang!" She said in excitement.

"W-Who?"

"My Uncle! He's here!"

"….." Yang went back to sleep as the pain and excitement was too much for her.

"I need to find him!" She said as she got off the ship.

"Are you crazy?! You're injured!"

"I'll be fine!" Blake was not missing her chance to see him again!

She needed to see him again!

With a white fang grunt

The grunt was terrified. The attack had been going so well! They were laying waste to the city with the help of the Grimm. The cameras were all on them, and people would know to fear the white fang. But just as the white fang began to celebrate. That was when they also felt a sense of dread. They felt a great crushing Aura surround them. At first they thought it was nothing. Until that particular group turned around, and they went pale in fear of what they saw. Standing right behind them was the giant of a man with a wolf head on his head and shoulders. They knew who he was. The wolf head gave it away. He was the white wolf of the crescent moon. They had never seen him before, but they knew who he was. They had heard stories about how he hunted down and butchered white fang members for sport. How he had no mercy. And how very few survivors were often left.

"I will only ask you once….where is your leader?" The man asked roughly in a tone that said 'Don't fuck with me.'

"W-We will never tell you! Monster!" A deer faunus said as the man glared.

"Your lives are already forfeit, you can make your death less painful If you just tell me." He said as that nearly made the deer boy piss himself.

"Y-Your threats are empty! You can't possibly kill us all! There are fifty of us and we got you surrounded!" They formed a circle around him.

"Perfect…" The wolf said as he raised his sword.

"Now I can slash everywhere." He got a sadistic grin on his face as everyone realized this man was clearly insane.

"KILL THAT SON OF A BIT-" The Deer faunus tried to scream but Brynjar reached out and grabbed his throat.

"BA GAAUUA!" He was trying to scream as Brynjar's fingers dug into his throat until…

Brynjar ripped the mans throat out with just his hand. His fingers dripped in blood as he watched the deer faunus slowly die of blood loss. Brynjar was smart, he didn't tear out enough to crush his windpipe, he tore out just enough that he would feel every single bit of pain as blood flowed into his lungs and he died a slow and painful death.

Needless to say all the other grunts were scared shitless.

"One down…49 to go…" Brynjar said as everyone yelled.

"CHARGE! FIGHT LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!" A white fang NCO said as they obeyed orders.

Little did they know their fate was already sealed before the battle began.

Brynjar was out for blood. He had faced these lackeys before, and he knew they were nothing. There were two people in the white fang he was looking to find. Actually three people. Sienna, so he could have his revenge, Blake so he could find her. And Adam, so he could kill that smug bastard himself. Granted, he had information on Adam that made him possibly the worst out of those three targets. But this was a different matter altogether. Either way, Brynjar would have his revenge. And a bunch of low level, low energy white fang foot soldiers weren't going to stop that.

"AHHH!" A white fang soldier was thrown through the air and impaled on a metal spike that was sticking out of the ground.

"Holy shit!" Another grunt yelled as he saw just how strong Brynjar was with just his BARE heads.

And the worst part was….he had put his sword and shield away for the time being. He was just going to go at them with hand to hand.

"Let's see if any of you can even make me draw my sword…" He said in a dark tone as they all realized that they may have fucked up with this whole 'gang up on him scenario'.

Because right now it looked like they were fucked. They saw him rip one guys throat out, and then impale another one, and he still hadn't used his sword yet, so imagine what could happen when he started using that thing. Most of the grunts were scared.

"GUNS!" They yelled as they all took aim at him.

"No fun…" Brynjar frowned as they all took aim.

"READY!" They all looked down the sights.

"AIM!" They took aim.

"FIRE!" And with that, the barrage of bullets and smoke began.

Some had brought grenade launchers, some had brought tear gas grenades, but most were using stolen Atlas battle rifles. Either way, they still used the standard ammunition would mean they would hurt like hell if not maim a person. So in other words, they were certain they could take care of this guy without him being a problem.

As they unloaded round after round, they couldn't help but notice that they didn't hear the tell tale squelching sounds of a bullet entering the body. More importantly, despite there being a smoke screen, nobody could see any hint of blood on the ground. Finally, they all ran out of bullets and grenades.

"Is he dead?" One of the wolf faunus said as they didn't hear a sound.

"Grrrrr…." Suddenly they heard the sound of a wolf growling at them.

"Geez Balto, don't you think its weird to growl after a fight?" The leader said.

"…..That wasn't me boss…." Okay now that was a bit unsettling.

The leader walked into the smoke screen. He couldn't see much, but he was expecting to find a body.

What he didn't expect to see was the last thing he ever saw.

A pair of icy blue eyes and a very large set of fangs attached to a silver wolf head that looked like it was made out of Aura.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The leader screamed out as he was ripped to shreds.

Nobody could understand what had caused him to start screaming. But they could hear the growls as they saw ice blue eyes come out of nowhere, they were completely surrounded. Suddenly all the grunts started to close in on each other as they formed a phalanx formation hoping to guard from all sides. They had no idea what was going on, but they needed to be prepared, there was no way it could get all of them.

"You can try and fight, but you'll only die tired…" They heard Brynjar's voice say as they looked around.

"That's impossible! You should be dead?!" There was no way he could be alive.

"You all thought that just because you shot at me all at once that meant I was dead, and yet you didn't notice I didn't move once from my spot, do you really think I would just stand there and let myself die if I knew I would be killed? You're even more hopeless than the last grunts I killed." His voice echoed through the fog as they heard multiple wolves growling at them.

It was then they realized this one man wasn't going to bring them in to the police. He wasn't going to turn them over to Atlas for questioning. He was not going to do anything besides live up to his reputation. Suddenly the grunts felt very alone, Adam had led them into this attack. And now he had thrown them to the wolves.

The last thing they heard was the white wolf chuckle as the aura wolves began to tear them to shreds.

"AAAHHHHHHH!" Blake heard screams of pains and sounds of flesh being torn off the bone.

"…." Okay that was actually a terrifying sound. But she had to keep going on.

She had to find her Uncle, it had been so long since she had seen him. She was a bit worried. What if he saw her as just another white fang grunt? He didn't know that she had left the group. But her mother told her that he had been looking for and Sienna all those years. Did he blame Sienna for taking her away? Did he hold any animosity towards Blake? She honestly didn't know. And the fact that she didn't know how he would react was scary.

She came across a mist. While her own mind was screaming at her to turn back, she continued on through the mist. Granted, if this was a horror movie she would be running away. But she needed to find him. She felt herself stepping in wet puddles. Odd, did it rain recently. She heard a laugh in the distance.

"So another soul wanders into the mist." She froze as she recognized the voice.

"Though I wonder, are you white fang? Or are you simply someone who walked into the wrong place at the wrong time?" She didn't know what to say. She felt so scared.

"You have ten seconds to answer before I cut your head off." At this Blake suddenly found her voice again.

"I'm not with the white fang!" She yelled as she saw a large figure stalking through the shadows.

"I suppose so, after all you seem very unconcerned with the fact you've been stepping in their blood for about fifteen feet." At this Blake froze up.

She looked down at her feet, and sre enough she saw Blood dripping down her shoes. She slowly turned as the mist began to clear up. And she saw that there were multiple bodies strewn across the courtyard. All looked like they had been torn apart by rabid wolves.

"But I wonder, your voice sounds familiar...Who are you?" She saw the figure get closer.

She saw that he had obviously not gotten any shorter, he still retained his massive height and muscular frame. Instead of being completely barechested, she saw mulitple bones hanging from a necklace. His grey wolf cloak had been stained red with blood. And his beard had gotten longer. But all in all, it was still the same man.

He got a good look at her as he froze up.

"…..Blake? He asked as if he was unsure.

"Hello…..Uncle Brynjar…." Blake didn't know what to do next.

How would he react?