Backed against the shore with nowhere to run, you and Haken worked together to form a sufficient defense. The situation was grim, and while the human soldiers gathered their forces for a final push, you'd done the same, digging in and readying to counter their offensive. Lapu, whom you hadn't seen for days, loped toward you through the killing fields, trailed by several humans in pursuit. They gave up their chase before he reached the blockade, and the boy landed near you in an exhausted heap. Tiva crouched to comfort him, leaving you to continue your plans.
The eventual clash was preceded by lobbed tear-gas grenades, and the fighting raged in and out of the smoke. Tooth and claw found tender human flesh, but one by one your brothers- and sisters-in-arms fell around you. In the chaos and confusion you'd caught Lapu attacking Haken from behind with a large syringe. When you interrupted his plan, the terrified boy had fallen to the ground, begging for his life. Williams had approached him with a deal: if Lapu disabled Haken and stopped the war, the military would allow Lapu and Tiva to leave Haven in peace to start a new life. Haken spat at the boy as he cowered.
All seemed lost when a deafening howl echoed over the battlefield, causing human and werewolf alike to pause in their fighting and jerk their heads eastward, staring at a lumbering behemoth launching itself into the fray, tearing massive claws into every living being within reach. The creature towered head and shoulders above even the largest wolf from your pack, its muscles bulging, stretching and tearing the skin straining to cover them. And it was coming straight for you.
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The ensuing battle was frantic and bloody, leaving both you and Haken with deep, weeping wounds. As the beast growled and raged, it became clear that the creature was actually Williams—Elan the lone wolf—still alive even after being betrayed by his own men. As Williams ranted, half out of his mind in rage and pain, that nagging thought that had been at the back of your mind since your capture finally became clear. Williams hated werewolves, was obsessed with curing them. That voice…you remembered it from your fever dream! He'd tried to "cure" your mother, and now he'd had you captured…and tried to do the same to you before Haken's war tore Haven apart. Elan—could he really be your father?
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Williams's mutated werewolf form was finally brought low by the combined efforts of you, Haken, and your friends. In the end, the beast had been entirely mad with rage, insisting that if you refused to be cured of your curse, he would end your suffering himself. As you moved in to strike the final blow, your mind was a tumult of confusion. Should I end this? you thought. Can I kill my own father?
In the end, it had been no choice at all. You landed a lethal blow, tearing a bloody furrow in the beast's neck. He collapsed, coughing up blood, and finally he was still. But was he actually dead? You didn't have the time to verify the truth.
Williams was down, but the battle wasn't over yet. While you'd been distracted, a new faction had entered the field, dressed in civilian clothes and wielding more primitive weaponry. The human soldiers were in disarray, and while they regrouped, the newly arrived humans raced you and your packmates toward a hole they had blown in the Haven exterior wall. Were they werewolf rights activists? In the fury of the smoke and blood, you'd neglected to ask them—the battle with Williams had drained you, mentally and physically.
The humans packed your group into a large vehicle and sped away from Haven, using the confusion to evade pursuit. A sudden impact from the right flipped the car, and you'd thrashed about in your seat, disoriented and gasping for breath. The last thing you saw before you blacked out was an unfamiliar lupine face.
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