Jaxon (The Last Hope)

Chapter 4 Marcus

In 1830, within the eerie confines of a small village embraced by the Canadian wilderness, the full moon's glow struggled to pierce through the ominous clouds overhead. A narrow trail, barely visible in the dim moonlight, wound its way through the dense thicket of trees. Marcus, a formidable figure with an unwavering resolve, traversed the path with the confidence of one who confronted the mysteries that lurked in the shadows of the night. The air hung heavy with an unsettling stillness, accentuated by the fact that Marcus was returning from a day spent delving into the depths of the mines.

In that eerie stillness, a foreboding presence lingered, casting a shadow over the once lively sounds of the forest. The trees, their branches twisted like gnarled fingers, seemed to whisper of an approaching darkness. Marcus, attuned to the subtle shifts in the natural order, felt a shiver crawl down his spine. Unseen eyes, laden with malice, observed his every move from the depths of the woods, and the ominous ambiance hinted at an imminent disruption in the tranquil dance of the night.

The shadows deepened, and Marcus sensed the rustling of leaves, heavy footsteps echoing in the stillness. A knife, a loyal companion, slid smoothly from its sheath, poised to confront the unknown. The air itself seemed to hold its breath, anticipating the unfolding of a confrontation with forces unseen, as the ominous symphony of the night played on.

Through the vegetal shroud, glowing eyes emerged, filled with a malevolent gleam. A primal and menacing growl shook the atmosphere. In a macabre dance, a creature, both majestic and monstrous, leaped from the shadows to assail Marcus. A lupine silhouette, oversized and ravenous, unfolded its form in the darkness.

The beast's fangs closed around Marcus's throat, devouring life in a terrifying dance. A cry, both human and bestial, echoed through the air. Blood spilled, an offering to the forest holding its breath in ominous silence.

In the throes of agony, Marcus fiercely plunge is knife in the creature. Each strike was a symphony of survival, a macabre dance between life and death. The creature's agonizing howls intertwined with the rustling leaves, creating a haunting melody in the moonlit clearing. The ground bore witness to this desperate struggle, an eerie rhythm echoing through the desolate forest.

The macabre ballet reached its climax as the wounded and tormented beast succumbed to the night's embrace. Marcus, bloodied and weakened, plunged into the darkness, carried away by the final notes of his duel with the unknown. The forest, a silent witness, remained steeped in the bloody scent of the battle, holding within its depths the secret of that fateful night.

Marcus's eyelids unfolded slowly, revealing the scene of a mystical dawn. Lying at the heart of the trail, a slight headache teased his consciousness. His clothes, saturated with blood, seemed to tell a haunting tale. Besides Marcus, a gigantic wolf lay still, its imposing silhouette frozen in a final breath. Marcus's memory fumbled in the darkness, searching for clues in the recesses of his mind. His hands explored his body for invisible wounds, but they encountered only the untouched softness of his skin. Rising gracefully, a subtle transformation animated his senses, turning every olfactory nuance, every scent, into an exquisite sensory experience. Earthy fragrances, the rustling of leaves, the morning air-everything took on a new dimension, awakening his senses to an alternate reality. Radiating from this mysterious awakening, Marcus headed home, each step imbued with an enigmatic aura that blended with the emerging dawn.

Back at home, Marcus collapsed onto his bed, sinking into a profound slumber that devoured the entire day. Upon awakening,
In the eerie silence of his room, Marcus convulsed as if caught in a macabre dance with the shadows. A mysterious force gripped him, each tremor echoing the supernatural. His skin, pulsating with an otherworldly energy, began to crack like a spider's web, revealing glimpses of fur beneath.



Amidst agonized cries, his body contorted, bones shifting and reshaping beneath his quivering flesh. The metamorphosis unfolded in grotesque beauty-humanity and beast converging in an uncanny ballet. Sinews stretched and snapped, giving rise to a lupine form, fur sprouting like shadows cast by the moon.

His screams melded with the night, echoing through the ethereal transformation. Marcus's face twisted, features elongating into a lupine snout, teeth elongating into predatory fangs. The room was bathed in an otherworldly glow as his eyes glowed with an intensity that seemed to transcend mere moonlight.

The climax was marked by a final, guttural howl that resonated through the walls. In the aftermath, where once stood a man, now loomed a colossal, bipedal wolf. Its breaths were primal, each exhale a reminder of the supernatural force coursing through its veins.

The room, now bearing witness to the fusion of human and beast, held an air of both terror and awe-a spectral transformation etched into the fabric of Marcus's existence.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow upon Marcus's isolated dwelling. As Marcus returned from a night of hunting under the shroud of darkness, an unexpected figure stood at his doorstep. Marcus, standing tall and unyielding, asks."Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?"

Undeterred by the hostility, the man named Marc responded with a disarming smile, his words carrying an air of understanding and assurance. "My name is Marc. I know what you are, and I want to help you develop and control your special power so you can have a peaceful life and help others."

Marcus, caught off guard by this unexpected revelation, eyed Marc cautiously. The weight of Marc's offer began to penetrate the layers of Marcus's guarded exterior. "Okay, what do I have to do?" Marcus asked, a mixture of skepticism and curiosity in his voice.

"We have a school for special people like you," Marc explained, his smile unwavering. "It protects, teaches, and supports individuals with powers. I invite you to join us."

After a brief moment of contemplation, Marcus, embracing the potential for a new beginning, responded, "Okay, let's do it." Marc's reassuring smile remained a beacon of guidance, promising a path toward understanding and control. "Okay, follow me," Marc said, leading Marcus into the unknown with an assurance that would redefine the course of his existence.