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Chapter One- The Anger Within

It was another fine clear day at Duel Academy where the lines drawn between the students were clear to everyone. However, even students of different dorms could still be friends. It was something that Chazz Princeton vaguely noticed before he left the school and it became even more noticeable when he transferred back to the school. Especially since he was placed in the Slifer Red dorm. In his first class back at the Academy, he tried to approach the Obelisk boys he had hung out with before leaving, but they turned away from him and ignored him.

Chazz sat with the other Slifers, fuming. Just because I left the school, came back, and am now in Slifer, they treat me like trash. Well, who needs them? I know Obelisks who are better than them: Zane and Alexis. Chazz continued to silently rage about his former dorm throughout class and was still fuming as class ended and everyone filed out. He went the rest of the day in a foul mood and a scowl on his face. The majority of the students kept their distance from him; only Jaden and Syrus dared to talk to him.

"You okay?" Syrus asked softly.

"I'm fine," he snapped harshly, making Syrus flinch back. "Oh, grow a spine," he added.

"Cheer up," Jaden chirped. "Everything will work out."

"Gee, thanks," Chazz said sarcastically as he got up and started for the exit.

"Hey, no problem!"

"I was being sarcastic, Slacker," Chazz shot back as he stormed out the door and into the woods. He snarled to himself as he went deeper into the forest, the tress blocking out the glowing sunset. He was a great duelist even thought he was in a dorm that was looked down on for any number of reasons. He would prefer to be back in Obelisk, but because of the Academy's transfer procedures, he had to start at Slifer and work his way up.

Those Obelisk jerks, he rage silently. They dare to snub me! I swear they will be sorry for doing that! "I'll get even somehow," he muttered as he kept walking.

Then, he stopped short. He thought he heard movement nearby. He turned in a circle, trying to determine the source. It was difficult as the sun had set and the darkness grew darker around him. He continued to squint around. "Who's there?" he finally said. There was no response and he was about to call again when he felt a blow against the back of his head. He was unconscious before he hit the ground.

The feel of cold stone beneath him told him that he was indoors. A murmur of voices reached his ears as he slowly opened his eyes. He was lying in a pool of moonlight but everything else was in darkness. He tried to sit up, but found himself chained to the floor. Manacles were attached to his wrists and ankles. He could get into a hands and knees position but all other movement was restricted. "Hey, what's going on? I expect an answer!" he yelled.

"You are an angry one, aren't you? Excellent," a mild voice replied.

"You would be too if you were attacked from behind."

"We had to be sure you harbored a good deal of anger and hate within you in order for the ritual to succeed."

"Ritual? What ritual?"

"We desire a fierce protector and only an angry person will do."

Chazz began to yank at his chains. I don't know exactly what kind of protector they're after, but it's not going to be me! He yanked harder, but they didn't give in the least. He kept trying, growling in frustration.

"Relax, young man. You should feel honored to be chosen for this ritual."

"In your dreams," he snapped.

"No, in your dreams. I heard you earlier swearing to get even with someone. This is how you will get back at those who wronged you and in return, you will protect us."

Chazz ceased his struggling and thought of getting revenge on those snobs. He nodded slowly. "Yeah…I want to get even."

"Then, let us proceed." The owner of the mild voice entered the moonlight to reveal that he was robed and hooded. He draped something over Chazz's head before retreating. He looked down to see a gold chain with a charm shaped like a wolf's head with two tiny red jewels for eyes; for some inexplicable reason, he felt intense anger inside him just from looking at it.

The people in the darkness began to chant and the charm began to glow black and the jewels flared bright red. He gasped in pain and watched in shock and horror as the pendent was actually sinking into his body. The glow of the pendent spread to outline his body in black as the last of it went into him. The intense anger he had felt earlier came back, but it was more intense; it felt like raw, primal, feral anger.

The chanting grew louder and faster. He gasped as a burning sensation was felt in his stomach and heart. He bent his head and looked at his hands. His eyes went wide: He was growing sharp claws on his fingertips and his fingers were shrinking away while black fur sprouted on the backs of his hands. The fur spread up, his clothes becoming fur as well. He felt the fur race over his head and body as well as an itchy feeling in his feet that made him think that his feet were becoming paws, too. A shooting pain along his spine and at the base of it convinced him that he couldn't stand erect and had just sprouted a tail.

His ears, nose, and jaws itched as they became pointed ears and a muzzle of sharp teeth respectively. His ears went to the top of his head while his eyes became glowing red ones before his body and muscles enlarged, causing the manacles to break. He felt a red haze of anger blanket his mind as he howled angrily to the full moon above.

"Yes!" the mild voice cried. "The ritual worked and we have a werewolf protector!" A murmur of reverence ran through the circle of six people.

Chazz silently took in the words and he looked down at his paws, flexing them. He knew he accepted being their protector in exchange for getting even with his ex-friends, but the feral anger within him made him realize that he didn't have to listen to anyone. He was a vicious werewolf and could do whatever he wanted. And I feel like killing these people.

He growled softly as he padded to the man with the mild voice. The man leaned forward and scratched Chazz's chin. Chazz liked the feeling and savored it for a moment before jerking away, leaping up, latching his jaws onto the throat, and ripped it away. There was a collective gasp of horror before they began to scream and try to escape. Their screams sent a thrill and a killing frenzy through Chazz and he pursued his prey, pouncing on them and effectively killing each one before going after the next one. He stood in the chamber several minutes later, surrounded by corpses and feeling highly satisfied. He gave another loud howl that was full of joy before sprinting out of the chamber, up a corridor, and outside. He glanced back to see the abandoned dorm. Figures, he thought. He continued to run until he had put a lot of distance between him and the dorm.

He stopped at last, panting and the realization of what he had become and had done hit him hard. Oh, man. I'm a werewolf and I just killed those people! His red eyes flared and his anger rose up. Yeah, I killed them. They were foolish to think that a werewolf could be a protector. I am not a protector of humans. I kill them or turn them into werewolves, whichever I decided or feel at the moment. And right now, I feel like hunting, he thought as his stomach growled. He figured he burned a lot of calories and energy during his transformation and killing spree. He stalked into the heart of the forest to hunt for food.