The confrontation

Penetrating the forest with speed that's empowered by the soul feeling of rage, ignoring the branches slapping his face even, Tim's prime aim remains to reach his home and ask what the hell is going on.

But yet that might be a task that would take a while to reach, nonetheless accomplish. As he isn't nearly close to reaching home and doesn't exactly know how to, became a bit lost here.

His memory became a bit of a blur after Hulsik put him asleep with those gibberish words. Is it associated with the full moon that happened? Not quite certain but it sure is a pain in the ass.

Options limited, he just follows the one that might work, which is just running wild, keeping the rage fueled for the sake of breaking his strength limits even as a werewolf.

It isn't easy to run abnormally fast through a forest, even for a werewolf, being level 1 proves the odds against him.

But rage... yes that will keep him going... might be the best time to be angry as something bigger crossed his path!

It's midday so it's easy to spot a creature ahead, even if it appears out of nowhere, which aided Tim to take a big leap forward, avoiding to bash against the creature.

Once his four claws met the ground, the young man tries his best to slow down in just under a few seconds, even slides across the ground which caused 4 lines almost parallel to each other.

Turning around, he figures out that the creature that crossed his path is indeed a werewolf. Had a hunch about it really, it wasn't that hard to figure it out.

But this werewolf... it's no stranger but in another way shows that Tim's going on the right path. "You..."

"Yes me!" The werewolf answers, a thick man's tone easy to notice. "Came to lose your other eye?"

This werewolf... well Tim recognized him once taking a whiff of his scent, it isn't hard to forget the enemy.

Anger as if fueled twice the amount more now, the young man's body shakes, uttering a sentence with a stutter breaching his dialogue. "I won't be losing today."

Right after, Timothy leaps against the enemy, his sharp 5 inch claws perked forward with the prime aim to rip the enemy in half!

But he can't be that strong, young Lines is just a level 1 werewolf, the weakest of the weak!

So although fueled with the utmost strength, Timothy's claws barely sink an inch against the enemy, fur acting as a layer of protection and level based endurance doing the rest of the job.

It barely hurt the enemy, nonetheless kill him... but Tim for sure sent this foul werewolf to the ground, sliding along through the ground and at the end hitting a tree together. 

Before the young boy could attack again, the enemy werewolf uses arms and legs to push him up in the air, for the sake of buying a few seconds and escaping restriction.

Rushing to stand up, the enemy werewolf takes a swing against Tim, sliding claws right across the chest, ripping a bit of fur off.

For a level 3 werewolf that was a weak attack, considering that blood isn't breaking out and puking everywhere.

But yet the impact was strong enough to stagger Tim, pushing him 4 feet behind and indeed leaving quite a bit of pain as an aftermath.

Holding his chest, Tim drops on his knees, enduring the pain taking away quite a lot of stamina. This hurt the young boy's pride as much as his chest.

Tim's giving it his all and yet the werewolf is on his feet, but when this enemy lands one hit, the pain is so strong that fleeing the fight would be the best idea, if it was possible that is.

Standing firm on his spot, the enemy takes a step forward and expresses. "Time to lose the other eye, I hope your nose is good enough to find your way around."

Right before the enemy was about to take another swing, a dark haired figure rushes in the scene, tackles the troublesome werewolf, leaving Tim watching quite a show.

"You attacked the wrong werewolf!" The newcomer shouts, holding the enemy down with one claw and ripping through his chest with the other one.

Smashing his claw down like a hammer, penetrating skin a few inches deep.

And once pulling the claw back, fur ripped out along with it and allowed blood to break out.

Letting go of the werewolf, the enemy stands up and makes for the forest, leaving a trail of blood behind.

Well that proves it, this werewolf isn't that brave with species of his own size.

Getting a good look at the newcomer, even having the opportunity to take a proper wiff with the few seconds given, Tim complains. "Why did you follow me?"

This is Krino, the older brother who's a level 3 werewolf! 

Genuine, Krino deciphers while keeping his distance. "I wanted to make sure you're safe. There are plenty of stronger werewolves here."

"That's true, but I'd rather die than get saved by my kidnappers." Well this portrays that the young boy is still holding quite a grudge.

Tolerating that, and as if not listening to Tim, he offers. "Fair enough but let me take you home. You can't walk."

"What did I just say?" Timothy complains, although his hate for Krino has downgraded by a hunch.

Using the same amount of stubborness, Krino points out. "I will follow you anyway and you can die here if that werewolf comes with backup."

Considering other self centering possibilities, Tim finally agrees. "Fine, you can come. But just because I need proof of my words, I don't think my parents will trust me, especially my father."

And gives a bit of effort to stand up, holding his chest so blood won't break out.

...

Finally reaching Tim's house with a few matters of navigation, finding the way especially because of the enemy werewolf, that helped find the way considering that this species stays around on the territory they claimed.

In aims not to freak out this family, Krino turns human, it's easy to get spooked if a 2.5 meter tall beast walks in their home.

Well thankfully Krino has blue Jeans. They're ripped but can do the job, that's what he needs to make this confrontation less disturbing. And Tim is dressed enough as well.

Finding his human parents sitting on the sofa, Tim rushes towards them, with a tone that compressing anger he questions. "Is it true?"

Not quite understanding what the young boy means but knowing that the other one tagging along is a werewolf, based on the torn jeans, Tim's father stands up and asks. "What do you mean?"

Still compressing that holy rage, Tim grabs a hold of the other sofa he's behind and asks. "Is it true that you aren't my parents?"

Sighing, Steven or differently known as Tim's father, answers with a question. "Who told you that bullshit?"

At this point shaking, his fingers burning because of all the pressure put on the sofa, Tim stutters through a sentence. "I've met a pack of werewolves who recognize my scent, who claim to be my family."

Pointing at Krino, the young boy states. "He's one of them."

His human parents aren't quite liking the blood breaking out of Tim's chest but the topic here hurts more than his wound, plus it doesn't look like he would accept help right now.

But breaking the aching science, Steven shouts out. "So you lost your eye to a werewolf and now bring one here?"

His arm still pointing at Krino, Tim deciphers. "This man saved my life from the same werewolf who poked my eye out."

Breaking a sweat, his tie feeling tight around the collar, Steven yells out. "Bullshit! It's all some kind of trick from these crazy bastards!"

Getting quite angry up until this point, Krino interrupts the unclear debate and firmly states. "Lines is my brother, I remember his scent!"

Walking closer towards Tim's human parents, Krino demands. "It's about time you tell the truth."