Family

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Tim yelled out, staggered to the point of shaking his head after taking a step back, fur shaking along with him.

The white furred werewolf approaches, trying to do her part as a mother and be ice where fire is sure burning enough to torch a county. "You are our son, we've missed you Tim... well that's what they call you now ha. We named you, Lines back then."

"Shut the hell up! Back away from me! You're only saying that because I mentioned 'Lines' earlier!" Shouting no doubt, feelings all piled up in a ball, conflicted in every aspect, the young werewolf continues to yell. "You're not my family!"

Regardless of the fact that he shares no bond whatsoever with his human parents back at the house, he still considers them family. Closer than anyone else comes to think of it, which weighs heavy in value because we know that Tim isn't close to many people.

It would be stupid and beyond to throw them aside and trust a group of werewolves who sound like they're on crack, with all these theories going around.

Gently pulling the white coated werewolf behind, largest werewolf here steps forward and asks a question which indeed tends to wreck beliefs that took 17 years to build. "Why are your 'parents' living near the forest then, ha?"

"Because they love nature!" Tim boldly answered, although when recalling his human father, the term love doesn't quite seem to mix with anything when it's radiated from said father.

Sensing where truth derives from lies here, the large werewolf asks a question that's more like stating a fact. "Of course... and you were born in Hail city, right?"

"How could you know that?" Tim murmurs, taking a step back and taking a swing against the large werewolf.

Pissed beyond reasoning no doubt, but at least that hit didn't even manage to break blood out.

"We lost you at Hail city." The large black werewolf expresses, reaching an arm forward to comfort who he sees as a son.

Slapping the werewolf's arm away, Timothy hollers. "Impossible! That was just a lucky guess!"

Tone becoming heavier, intense as if ready to attack, the self acclaimed father deciphers. "It's no guess. Think about it son! Why aren't your parents werewolves? Why do you keep getting dragged in the forest? I'll tell you why. It's where you belong and your family is here as well, destiny wants us as a whole family again!"

At this point, he has no way to argue anymore apart from repeating what he already has said. "You're not my family!"

But the fact that this big werewolf is deciphering Tim's personal life although seeing him in this forest for the first time, speaks volumes.

How could he know that his human parents aren't werewolves? That's something only the closest of the close would know, yet this seemingly complete stranger knows it too.

As Lines repeated the same tantrum, the large level 8 werewolf, continues to explain. "We lived in Hail city's forest 17 years ago, but followed the scent here once you went missing. We couldn't find you but destiny brought you here today, this isn't random!"

Now, his self acclaimed mother walks in and adds a bit of her own thoughts. "We named you 'Lines' because you loved drawing them when you were little, you drew them with a stick."

Not wanting to hear this anymore, Tim takes a few steps back and then absolutely makes a dash for it towards the forest.

Pissed, conflicted and angry, his goal now is to reach home and question his parents regarding what all of this is about. Tim seeks the truth and wants to hear it out of the only people he trusts.

This... it can't be all coincidence and lucky guessing. There painfully is truth behind that large beast's words, who else would be able to know about topics that breach this level of sensitivity?

He feels heart broken, lied to and most definitely angry. What has he been living his whole life? A lie?

Why did his human family not want Tim to be in the forest? It can't be just because of the large risks of being here, there must be more to it!

And why aren't his human parents, werewolves. They moved out of Hail city, where there too was a forest nearby, and moved here in a house where the forest is next door.

It just doesn't make sense, it's like they wanted him to be near a forest but didn't want him to be near a forest.

It's just too confusing, his parents have to be questioned about this.

Breaking through branches and bushes, running about 200 meters away from the spot where they all met, Tim's mind goes through a tremendous amount of anger.

If that level 3 werewolf, who first opposed him, got in the way right now, Tim would surely rip the enemy in half, regardless of the differences between power.

Suddenly, he feels a larger being running close to his left side, Tim doesn't bother to look who it is, it's obvious.

Trying to run a bit faster, trying to avoid this massive being, Timothy instead feels a hit from the left side.

It wasn't strong enough to knock him down cold, nonetheless kill him, in fact claws never even met fur.

But it was enough to knock Tim off balance, knocking the young werewolf off balance and forcing him to tumble, at the end his back meeting a tree.

Walking near Tim, the large level 8 werewolf starts uttering something in gibberish, magic maybe?

It isn't certain, but the young werewolf feels himself getting weaker, the pain on his back aiding towards the ray of unconsciousness. 

Right after, the level 8 werewolf utters. "You can't go anywhere, we are your family!"

Firmly sticking to what he believes in, even at such a state, Tim whispers. "You are not my family." Before getting knocked out cold.