Bodies were strewn all over the battlefield. Regal lay unconscious, Cain next to him, mute and unresponsive. Chris was unaware of the destruction, as bloodlust slowly built up within him. He growled, striking a primal fear into all the shocked witnesses. The fearsome claws extended, jaws clashed terribly. The battlefield seemed frozen, no sound breaking the impenetrable silence. Until Kratos came to his senses. He twirled, facing the beast, his face streaked with mud, blood seeping from a head wound. "You did this… TO MY SON!" He screamed out. Rage overwhelmed both of the fighters, and Kratos charged, silver sword held aloft. A slice, two, and Chris was down for the count. The silver sword did its work well, causing the hair to rapidly recede.
Chris realized what was about to happen. His bestial soul cried out, realizing its death was at hand. Chris realized and accepted this… He had done so much wrong…
A dull thud echoed across the field. A neck was severed. The silver blade lifted, its work done.
Kratos watched Cain's head roll. He sheathed his sword, and quickly stepped over, placing a boot on Chris's neck. "The only reason," he snarled out, "You aren't dead, is because I know that this wasn't your fault. But if you lay a hand on my son again…" He let the sentence hang.
Chris nodded, shocked at the fact that he was still alive. The foot lifted, and Chris rose with it, rushing over to the dead man. "Cain…" he whispered out… "Father…"
"Wrong," Regal spat out as he regained consciousness. "This man is not your father. He is a cruel imitation." Regal frowned as he cast his memories back. "He brought about the death of your real parents."
"No…" Chris couldn't comprehend this, his voice shook. "That can't be…"
"Why would I lie?" Regal said, voice growing softer. "I have no reason to. He is dead now..."
Thoughts whirled around Chris's head. "So… What happens now?"
Kratos answered. "Cain was the alpha male. If legend is correct, the death of the pack leader usually causes the entire pack to become normal humans."
Chris frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Well…"
"Never mind, I'll check." Chris sat, looked deep inside himself. Was there anything there? Any trace or sign? He called for the wolf, deep inside him. Nothing. He was finally cured. Finally.
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