All of the fire in the national forest was put from the pouring rain, and the flames will no longer plague the entire forest again. Jango was killed and he would not try and hurt any one ever again, for Jacob and his followers gave him a taste of his own medicine. Of course, it was not really over just yet. No. Now Jacob and his followers were going to be cured from their lycanthropy, along with Lincoln's own sisters.
In the Loud house, it was about nine o'clock at night, just an hour after Jango was mauled to death. It was a meat and pizza party as a celebration that dedicated to what Lincoln and his, sisters,, parents, and friends had done.
It was about fifteen pizza's from Gus's Games N' Grub, and they were half-off, thanks to the accomplishment the heroes have done. Lincoln was feeling proud of himself thst he had stopped Jango from killing his sisters and the other werewolves who will soon be cured. He had some pieces of pizza with his sisters and the werewolves began eating many kinds of meat: lamb leg, mutton, pig meat, beef, ribs, duck meat, bacon, chicken, even horse meat.
All of the werewolves were eating in a savage way, and of course: the sisters all got their share of the meat, eating them like true beasts. The boy and his parents didn't really mind since they will be cured as soon as the party was over.
It will be hard to say when it will actually be over, because everyone was having too much fun in the Loud house. Lincoln, feeling curious, decided to check on Jacob since he was sitting out in the backyard for a little while now, gazing at the moon. "Hey, are you feeling alright, Jacob?" he asked him.
"Of course, Lincoln." Jacob replied: "I have never felt better. This party is very intriguing to me. I have never seen one like this before."
"You don't know what a party is?" Lincoln asked him.
"Oh, I do, young cub. I have just been away from humanity and have been in isolation for so long, I haven't made track of how time flies. Not to mention I had been around for a few hundred years because of my wolf blood."
"So, what was your life like before you became a werewolf?"
Jacob was silent for a moment, but he answered to Lincoln: "well, I was a young man all those years ago, and I lived in Montreal, Quebec. Canada is a wonderful place to visit and go in vacation in. My father was a lumberjack from Lyon France, and my mother was a herbalist from Versailles. They came to America ten years before I came into this world.
When they had me, it was a miracle to them both, and they couldn't be any more happy and overfill with joy. We were getting settled in the colony of Quebec, and our lives were as happy as can be. Government back then was very different than now. France still had kings and queens ruling over the countries, and and we all wanted a better life. At a young age, probably around thirteen years old: my father taught me how to hunt for food to survive with a musket and try to he one with nature."
"Nice. Sounds cool." Lincoln admitted.
"Rest assured: I was nothing like Jango and his hunting methods. He hunted for sport, which I did not do while hunting."
"Oh, I know that, Jacob. Continue."
"At twenty, I moved out of my parents' cabin, and I found a beautiful girl named Solene, and we became married. One day, something awful happened." he bowed his head in sadness, and he added: "while hunting for some deer, elk, and moose, there was a large pack of wild wolves stalked us in the woods near Quebec city. Thirty of them looking hungry and trying to survive. You have to understand, Lincoln, it is survival of the fittest in the wild, eat or be eaten."
"I know that." Lincoln said. "I've seen a lot of those African documentaries like in Tanzania where lions hunt for food to stay alive."
"Right. Wolves may not be as powerful as lions, but they have the same reason why they hunt: to survive. I managed to kill a large number of those wolves with my musket, and my saber sword. But one of them got Solene, and she was badly injured. After that, I felt a bite on my hand. The worst bite you could ever imagine. You probably don't know what it is like to get bitten in the hand by a wolf, Lincoln. It hurts like the fires in the underworld."
"Did you save her?"
"No." Jacob admitted. "I lost my own wives to those wolves. The doctors tried to save her, but it was too late. You cannot save everyone. Later in the following night, I suddenly transformed into what you see now. I felt the bloodlust inside of me. The thrill of the hunt, and when the townsfolk saw me in this form, they panicked, thinking I was a very demon that Satan had conjured from his domain. An angry mob formed against me, and i ran for my dear life, not wanting to hurt them."
"Wow." Lincoln admitted. "How did you come here?"
"After I was ran out of my own home, I found myself here, in Royal Woods, and that was where I found the cave you and your sisters found. I was... feeling a little lonely over my years as a werewolf, so I decided to start my own pack, and... you know."
"Bite other people and make them werewolves out of revenge?"
"Yes, but not out of revenge. Like I have mentioned, some instincts are too strong to control at times, Lincoln." Jacob admitted. For years I have secluded myself from society as an outcast, and I didn't think I would ever show my face around society ever again, nor my own pack. Of course, there was no more worries, problems, or troubles while living in that wonderful, peaceful vale cave."
"Well, there are other ways to make the world a better place."
"I know that, little one."