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Beowulf ran as fast as his legs and arms could carry him. His fur danced with the breeze that he was running against. His teeth were bared and his fangs shone white in the moonlight. Beowulf Sandulf was fully changed and appeared larger than he was when he was in his human form.

As he ran, he was full of hate for his brothers. Why? Why would they attack the humans first? What had they done? This wasn't what his father had taught them. Beowulf had thought that Saku was one that would honor the treaty that he had brought up himself. Why were they going back to the way things were before Saku became alpha?

He heard a sound and hid quickly behind a large tree. At that time, he was already close to the territory of the humans that Saku had warned previously that no werewolf should pass. Now, he was the one that had orchestrated this attack on the humans. The reason bugged Beowulf's mind but that was not something to think about at that time.

He saw his brothers. They had returned to their human form and were with shattered shorts -- all three of them. So, they had gone to the humans in their changed form? Meaning the humans knew that it had been werewolves that must have done anything that his brothers had done in their territory.

Beowulf's heart skipped a beat. He tried to control his loud breathing so that his brother would not pick up any sound. He stared and hoped that they would be so preoccupied that they wouldn't even get a whiff of his scent.

Yes, Beowulf could be tagged one of the strongest even though his father would never agree to that, but there was no way he would be able to take on his three brothers all at the same time. So, he didn't want to be seen.

"Yes, I got her," Klyn said with a chuckle to Antonio after he had asked a question.

Beowulf's wolf ears stood at attention. What the hell were they talking about, he wondered. His heart threatened to race faster at the thought of the fact that the 'her' they were talking about was the human that he had smelt earlier.

Beowulf shook his head as if dispelling the thoughts that swirled in his head.

With a huge leap, Beowulf left where he had been hiding and ran faster still to the palace that was within his sight now. But he met with humans that were looking for the creatures that had just assaulted them.

Quickly, he stopped and changed back to his human form. Beowulf knew that if they saw him that way, they would think that he was, or among the perpetrators. However, he had tattered clothes on and now had to think fast of what to do because he didn't want to leave that place just like that. Beowulf didn't want to leave without knowing what Antonio and the rest had done to the humans. Knowing would help him in his case against his father because Beowulf was going to bring this up and demand the reason for what his brothers had done.

Most importantly to Beowulf, he needed to find that girl. He needed to know who she was and where she was. There was no way that he would leave without setting his eyes on her this time. No, he wasn't going to run this time -- he wouldn't.

Beowulf managed to escape the men that were out to find the werewolves that had attacked the Yidal kingdom. He was smart and stealthy in his movements. Unfortunately, where he stayed hidden from a set of soldiers that had just passed, laid a snake. Beowulf watched the snake with hatred and noticed that its belly was bigger than usual -- meaning that it must have just swallowed something and was resting for digestion. He disliked the creature as they happened to be natural enemies.

It was morning now even though the first light wasn't so bright yet but Beowulf could see the large snake clearly. He just watched and waited -- he didn't even know what he was waiting for and where to go from the point that he was. Still, he wasn't going to level that territory without finding out what he wanted to know.

"That snake is a dangerous one," said a man's voice from behind Beowulf.

Beowulf leaped quickly from his kneeling position and faced the man squarely in a fighting stance. When he noticed that the man creased his brows as if wondering why Beowulf was so defensive, Beowulf arranged himself and stood properly, bowing his head in greeting afterward.

"Good morning," said Beowulf.

"Morning, son," the elderly man responded with a small smile on his aging face. "What are you doing out here by this time? You didn't sleep at home now, did you?"

Beowulf's brain went into overdrive as he saw an opportunity in the situation that he was in at that moment.

"No, sir... I didn't," came Beowulf's reply. "How could I have slept at home with what happened during the course of the night?"

"Hmm..." the man hummed in agreement with what Beowulf had just said. "Those damned wolves...demons of the night," the man finished with his voice dripping with spite. Then, he averted his gaze from Beowulf and looked toward the ground.

Beowulf didn't mind what the man had just said about werewolves. The way things were between the wolves and the humans before Saku's reign was terrible and now, it seemed like it was getting back there after the humans had enjoyed peace for a while.

An expression crossed the man's face and Beowulf looked towards where his gaze had gone. Noticing that the man's sight was fixed on the snake on the ground, it was as if the old man was wary of the creature, so Beowulf stepped on its head crushing it instantly.

"Ah!!" the man exclaimed in pure relief. "How did you- Thank you for that," the man said. "This is my farmland and this snake has been swallowing the eggs of my chickens... making me lose profit," the man went on to explain. "Thank you again, son."

"It's nothing, sir..." Beowulf replied. "Um... Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, you can," the old man replied as he used his walking stick to dig the soil so that he could cover the dead snake with the sand. He wasn't even looking at Beowulf as he was elated that a long-time problem had been dealt with. In fact, he was grateful to Beowulf.

"The attack by the wolves last night..." Beowulf began, "where was their target? do you know?"

"Who doesn't know?" the man replied. "They had targeted the palace and had even struck the princess."

"The princess?"