The remaining king’s guard was wounded badly, he was coughing up blood and pressing on a wound at his chest. In the ensuing chaos of my whelps attacking, he must have been stabbed and pierced his lungs. I saw my father’s severed head lying on the ground next to him.

I approached, my anger welling up to bursting, I gripped the weapon in my hand tightly.

“You fucker!” I yelled at him. “You’ll die for what you’ve done.”

The king’s guard looked up at me, instead of fear or humour, he looked complacent, as if accepting his **** by my hand.

With a swift, merciless motion, I plunged my blade into his neck, the point piercing through flesh and muscle. Blood erupted in a crimson fountain, soaking the ground and mingling with the lifeless eyes of my father beside him. His expression, once calm and accepting, twisted into a grimace as his body convulsed, the last remnants of life fleeing his broken form. I stood over him, chest heaving, my grip on the weapon trembling with the **** of my rage. The world around me faded into the sound of his gurgling breaths, growing weaker with each passing moment until silence claimed him. I removed my blade from his throat, the iron was slick with blood and trembled violently in my hand due my body shaking with anger.

Zandor, my second in command approached me with my great-axe in his hand. He offered my weapon and I took it with an appreciative nod. I carefully picked up the head of my deceased father, a I looked into his now vacant and lifeless eyes. I brought him close to press against my own head and whispered a promise.

“The king will not live after tonight, I swear.”

One of my whelps gathered his body, and I handed the head to him.

“Get his remains somewhere safe.” I told him, he nodded his understanding and made preparations to move him.

The rest of my whelps gathered around me, the sounds of shouts and screams could be heard still all around Luna Peak. I stood in front of the great fire, my sights set on the keep that now defended the king. The whelps looked at me expectantly, and I began to rally them.

“Warriors!” I shouted. “Now is the time to strike, to rise and dethrone our tyrant of a king! He killed a great warrior, one that wanted prosperity for our kind. And that bastard in there.” I pointed towards the keep. “Had him killed, because he knew my father would succeed. I say we continue my father’s work and kill that fucker of a king, who’s with me!”

My whelps cheered and howled in agreement, shaking their weapons in the air. We advanced, Zandor by my side as we ascended the steps to the keep. We met some resistance once we entered through the main doors to the king’s home, but my whelps and I easily dispatched them. It wasn’t until that we reached the doors to the throne room that I stopped myself and my warriors. At the entrance to the thrones room stood the son of king Blaid, Adan. He had four of his personal guard with him, armed to the teeth and ready for a fight.

“Stop Fenrin, we do not wish to fight.” Announced Adan towards. “I’ve heard of your feats and accomplishments. And I fear if we were to clash, myself and my guard would not come out alive.”

“Are you suggesting something?” I asked.

“Only spare the rest of the wolvir here. I’ve never agreed with my father’s rule. Only one more **** is needed.” Said Adan. “My father is behind these doors, expecting to be guarded to the ****. But I will not jeopardise my life and my warrior’s life for him.”

“You would let me kill your father, the king? You don’t want to stop me.?”

“My warriors here are loyal to me, we have built a great friendship. I don’t want them dead because of the king. I am willing to step aside, along with my warriors.”

“And what would happen after your father’s ****, would you be king?” I asked him.

“No.” Adan shook his head. “I wish to leave the duties of being king to someone else, I would say the victor of this uprising should be king.” His eyes looking directly to me, as if an unspoken suggestion was made, I understood. “And also, I would leave Luna Peak, there will be no reason for me to stay. If my guard would agree, I want them to come with me.”

“I consent to that, no need for more bloodshed than necessary. The king will die, and the uprising will end.” I said.

“Your father was right, I knew of his plan before all this happened. A new king is needed. To bring the wolvir kingdom to the heights it deserves to be. I can think of only one wolvir that can make that happen.” Adan said respectfully.

With that, Adan and his guard left the room and out of the keep. Only one last life needed to be taken to end all of this chaos.

I opened the door violently, almost taking it off the hinges. King Blaid stood near the obsidian throne, using the sturdy sticking to keep himself supported, at seeing me unharmed and free, his eyes widened in fear. He shook his head as if seeing what was before him was apart of his imagination.

“No. You should be in chains.” He quivered. “You aren’t supposed to be here.”

“As you can see. I am very much here. And I am here to kill you.” I said.

“What of my son, did you kill him?”

“Your son is alive. And left you unguarded. Like the rest of the undervalued wolvir, he wants to see you ousted and dead.” I told him.

“He will avenge me!” He said unconvincingly. I started to march towards him, gripping my great-axe tightly.

“He wants to forge his own path, away from you and away from here.”

“You can’t do this! I am king! I am king!” He bleated.

“After I bury my axe in your head, you won’t be king any longer.”

I reached king Blaid, he dropped to his knees and held his hands up in a pathetic attempt to defend himself.

Kill him. Become king! Follow your destiny!

It was like I could hear the words of the terror wolf Lupe in my head, driving me forwards to my destiny.

I rose my weapon up high and swung it down in a ferocious movement, digging into the skull of Blaid. He was dead before he even hit the ground, still kneeling because of my strength, my axe head stuck in him. Once I dug my axe out of him, the blood splattered onto the floor, and his corpse fell forwards, crashing down to the ground. Blood began seeping out of the open wound in the old king’s head, painting the floor in red. I then lifted my axe to bring it down to decapitate him, as he had ordered for my father.

With the king dead, I grabbed the head of Blaid by the tangled fur, rising it high for my whelps to see. My warriors roared and howled at the **** of the king, and for me taking his place.

“Hail, king Fen!” Zandor shouted. My other whelps shouted with him, recognising me as their new king.

With Blaid’s head and my great-axe in hand, dripping with his blood. I howled in triumph.