𝘓𝘜𝘕𝘈𝘙 ⋅ 𝘗𝘏𝘈𝘚𝘌

[འབྲོག་ཁྱི]

dar Hollow alive for decade
s, but what happens when
a terrible act disturbs the
truce & slumbering powers
stir to find their destiny?
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An uneasy peace f
ounded on the fear
of mutual assured
destruction has ke
pt the locals of Ce
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n blood is spilled, the hunter
s will fell the beast. An eye f
or an eye. But such has not h
appened in a lifetime, and th
e thrumming in the hearts of
each side found its lull, reluc
tant to sacrifice the newfoun
d quietude of their lives. But
when a lycan violates the tru
ce, the Order is reawakened,
and they have no choice but
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The town of Cedar Hollow has
been protected by a chapter
of the Argent Order since tim
es immemorial; legendary wa
rriors, passing down gifts thr
ough their blood, mother to d
aughter, father to son — gifts
granted by the slaying of the
first beast, harnessed in the
fight against its own kind. B
ut several decades ago, a ba
rgain was struck: when huma

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werewolves. Werewolves were hunted to ex
tinction over their conspicuous shape and
overwhelming indenture to the full moon.
Lycans could hide by controlling their pha
sing, even as they stood shoulder-height.
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adapt if they wished to live in the age of
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There were once two kinds of wolve
s in the world, the shape-shifting ly
cans and their bipedal cousins, the
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Werewolves did not know to fear th
e end of their kind, emboldened by
their infectiousness and raw power.
But lycans could only be born, and
these days, more often through th
e union of a human and a lycan. T
hey understood they would have to
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they've mended, all in fav
our of the ordinary lives t
hey could live in Cedar Ho
llow. A lifetime of peace,
uneasy, but peace noneth
eless. Yet, the thrill of th
e chase haunts each wolf
and one was not strong e
nough to resist. A provoc
ation gone wrong, a blow
misjudged ─── murder.

In its dawn, the pack of Ce
dar Hollow had an undenia
bly bloody history, wrough
t in the time when man c
ould not be distinguished
from the beast within a ly
can. But faced with the t
hreat of extinction and re
taliation at the hands of t
he Order, this is a past th
ey've acknowledged, ways

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These are the descendants of
the original Knights, and alth
ough they've never seen true
battle, most of them have tr
ained all their lives, awaiting
the return of war. Their pare
nts have passed down their k
nowledge and their skills — a
nd their gifts. Conflict is bre
wing, but could a negotiation
possibly prevent bloodshed?
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KNIGHT COMMANDER ─ regeneration ─ name ─ 30+ ─ link ─ open
KNIGHT LIEUTENANT ─ telepathy ─ name ─ 20+ ─ link ─ open
KNIGHT ─ strength ─ Valentino Veidt ─ 30 ─ link ─ Foe Paw
KNIGHT ─ accuracy ─ Parker Volpe ─ 25 ─ link ─ chevreuil
KNIGHT ─ reflexes ─ name ─ 20+ ─ link ─ open
KNIGHT COMPANION ─ tracking ─ name ─ 20+ ─ link ─ open
CONSCRIPT ─ no gift, skilled ─ Aristide Russo ─ 23 ─ link ─ . nash .

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ALPHA ─ leader ─ Arthur Woods ─ 33 ─ link ─ chevreuil
BETA ─ killer ─ Isaac Marwan ─ 30 ─ link ─ Crono
OUTRIDER ─ fighter ─ name ─ 20+ ─ link ─ open
WARRIOR ─ fighter ─ name ─ 20+ ─ link ─ open
SENTRY ─ fighter ─ name ─ 20+ ─ link ─ open
WOODSMAN ─ hunter ─ name ─ 20+ ─ link ─ open
DOCTOR ─ healer ─ Mauve Green ─ 33 ─ link ─ . nash .

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Although lycans have a rath
er poor reputation, each ha
s a distinct personality of th
eir own ─ some struggle mo
re with their tempers, other
s far less. Pack life is some
what more mundane than it
used to be (keeping hunting
licenses up to date and the
sort), but now, it seems im
possible for things to stay t
he same. Yet the pack is fa
mily, and a family will defen
d its own until the last. ──
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[འབྲོག་ཁྱི]

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albeit with different motives ─ the Order kee
n to learn the name of the one responsible an
d spare the rest, the pack to convince them of
their own harmlessness and capability to han
dle it without outside interference ─ but with
decades having passed since their last meetin
g, neither side is certain how to approach the
other without causing a deadly incident. ───

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𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 / 𝐂̶𝐋̶𝐎̶𝐒̶𝐄̶𝐃̶

THE BEGINNING: The pack is protecting their
own and the hunters do not know which one o
f them is responsible, but they know that the
culprit was a lycan. As the old bargain states,
the hunters will strike down a killer, but they
are reluctant (or at least some of them are) to
attack at random, even armed with silver and
vervain, the latter known to counteract the ef
fects of the wolfsbane tonic taken by the lyca
ns to enhance the effectiveness and speed of
their healing, and the former to wound. Thou
ghts of a negotiation have risen on both sides,

[འབྲོག་ཁྱི]

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𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝘽𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍 ⋅ ⪻ ⋅

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖽𝗈𝗆.

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Parker was born to Stephen and Alice Volpe as the
youngest of three. Alice died when he was only tw
o years old, and although Stephen did not know m
uch about the Order or its ways, he'd sworn to tak
e care of his sons. Parker and his brothers were c
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𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙆𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙈𝙐𝘾𝙃 𝙄 𝙃𝘼𝘿 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝙔𝙊𝙐

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onsequently trained by an uncle, a purposeful man,
and over the next several years, he would continue
to teach them everything they would need to know
to survive as knights. Countless hours of training w
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𝖶𝖠𝖫𝖪 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖴𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖲𝖯𝖨𝖱𝖤

𝙒𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙊𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙔𝙍𝙀

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ith firearms and being careless about ear protect
ion have left Parker with tinnitus. // His uncle's v
iew of lycans was black-and-white, and these beli
efs were also instilled in Parker, who admired his
uncle quite a bit: the lycans are like animals, who

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prefers handguns, but proficient at rang
ed weapons when necessary • his gift of
accuracy also applies to thrown objects,
whether knives or something random • c
ould hit a target blindfolded • lots of tats
; wolf skull with arrow sticking out of it;
rangefinding reticle lines, right forearm;
fox & sword silhouette on back of l hand

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𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽

⋯ 𝘿𝙊𝙉❜𝙏 𝙌𝙐𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝘾𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂

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must be controlled by the Order because they
are incapable of doing this themselves. He pr
edicted that the peace would not last, and Pa
rker sees the murder as confirmation of ever
ything he has been taught. // Parker is amiab
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𝙁𝙊𝙓❟ 𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙀❟ 𝙆𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙇 𝙎𝙆𝙐𝙇𝙇 ⋅ ⪻ ⋯
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘭

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le enough, but somewhat difficult and a little s
elf-absorbed, often forgetting to take others i
nto consideration until it's too late. He's undaun
ted but also wilful, refusing to cower, even wh
en it might be the better or safer option. • ii
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⊱ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋯ ─ ⪼ ⋅ 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙆 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙈𝙀
𝖴𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖫 𝖨 𝖢𝖠𝖭 𝖥𝖨𝖭𝖣 𝖲𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖬𝖤𝖠𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦 ! ! !

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Parker Holden Volpe • knight • twen
ty-five • transmasc, he/him • pan
• five foot ten • athletic physique,
mostly lean muscle • dark brown h
air • cognac brown eyes • fragranc
e of bergamot •─ fc; Dylan O'Brien

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tinnitus, wears earbuds a lot • bec
ause of his supernatural accuracy,
he lacks respect for his weapons a
nd sometimes for authority: shoot
first, ask questions later • bit of a
lone wolf (lol), but only in battle •

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𝖠 𝖲𝖬𝖨𝖫𝖤 𝖧𝖠𝖲 𝖭𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱 𝖡𝖤𝖤𝖭 𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖣 𝖳𝖮 𝖦𝖨𝖵𝖤

𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙄 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙄𝙏 𝙄𝙎

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Arthur has always believed in trust and compassion
over control and threats, and there are those who
believe this makes him too soft and weak to be a g
ood alpha. And they'd only see the murder as proof
of his failure. In his darkest hours, Arthur wouldn't
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𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙄❜𝙈 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙀 ⋅ ⪻ ─ ⋯ ───── ⋅ ⋅ ⊰
𝖩𝖴𝖲𝖳 𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖬𝖴𝖢𝖧 𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖤 𝖮𝖥 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖨 𝖢𝖠𝖭 𝖡𝖤𝖠𝖱

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even deny this, because what happened has nothin
g short of broken his heart. He blames himself as
much as his worst enemy would. Arthur was born t
o a lycan father and a human mother, but he never
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𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦

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really did get along with his father, and when he ag
reed to be the heir, it wasn't for his father's selfish
reasons of securing a dynasty, but very much a "I'm
doing this for mom and not for you" thing. He's nev
er wanted to see a human hurt, and not just becau
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Arthur's wolf has a pelt in shades of dark
gold and off-white. His fur is banded wit
h black along his withers and tail. His ey
es are murky ─ blue flecked with amber.

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𝖡𝖴𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳'𝖲 𝖮𝖪𝖠𝖸 𝖡𝖤𝖢𝖠𝖴𝖲𝖤 𝖨 𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖶

𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙔𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙎 𝙊𝙍 𝙎𝙊

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se of his mother, and as much as he didn't con
sider himself to be strict enough to be a natur
al alpha, it seemed like the best way to keep t
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𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌.

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he pack on the only path he could bear to witn
ess. He doesn't want all that to have been for
nothing, & he'll protect his family, even while
pushing for peace. His beta, his responsibility.
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𝖭𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖳𝖮𝖯𝖯𝖤𝖣 𝖴𝖲 𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖬 𝖶𝖠𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖨𝖳 𝖠𝖫𝖫

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Arthur Everett Woods • alpha • thir
ty-three • cismale, he/him • heter
o • six feet tall • broad-shouldered
& muscular build • golden brown h
air • steel blue eyes • fragrance of
sandalwood •──── fc; Chris Evans

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bit of a homebody, likes familiarity
• genuine fear of being a bad perso
n • intuitive, empathetic, outwardl
y calm, forgiving • experiences anx
iety, self-doubt • doesn't want any
more bloodshed, human or lycan •

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𝘼𝙎 𝙄 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙆 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙔 𝙊𝙁 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃❟ 𝗜 𝗔𝗠 𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘❟ 𝗜 𝗔𝗠 𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘.

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.

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one. mauve green two. thirty -
three years old three. cisfemale
four. demisexual five. five foot
two inches six. lithe build, dark
brown eyes, scent of fresh linen
& various herbs. seven. the heal-
er fc. zoe kravitz wip
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𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, ━━━━━━━━━━━━
━━━━━━━ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥.

with gentle hands and a general soft-
ness about it, it's seems easy to find a
friend within her. mauve is more than
willing to be nice to new faces, happy
to help strangers if she is able. her
mother always teaching her to help
others as putting them down will get
you no where in life. to this day, the
female hasn't found fault in this way.

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𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦
━━━━━━━ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥
mauve's sweetness and eagerness
to help should not be mistaken
for weakness. the female is under
no delusion that people will take
kindness to their advantage and
mauve isn't the type to be burned
by the same flame twice. mauve
may forgive but will never forget
the actions another has taken to-
wards her. while she may not be

able to physically take down another, her
sharp tongue can cause just as much
damage as any physical hit.
wip- this is gonna get a major rewrite T.T
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𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗

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one. aristide russo two.
twenty-three three. non-
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ot eleven inches, jaw
dark brown eyes, lean
muscles, notable scar
under left side of chin,
scent of teakwood. six.
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[Crono]

┏ Name: Isaac Marwan ┓
Nickname: Ike
Age: Thirty
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Species: Werewolf (Born)
Rank: Beta
Family:
David Marwan - Father/Retired
Amber Marwan - Mother/Deceased
Isabel Marwan - Younger Sister
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Likes: Having his quiet time, watching the
sunset/sunrise, drawing in his sketchbook.
Dislikes: When things don't go as planned, people
not doing their jobs, being woken up abruptly.
Fears: Aquaphobia (Fear of Water), Isaac fears
drowning more than anything else in this world and
avoids large bodies of water like the plague.
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Personality: Isaac is someone who likes to see things get done and he sees to it that punishment is handed out when needed. As such he's known to be a bit authoritative or strict, he's even overstepped his authority with the Alpha on occasion. This in turn tends to put people off or push them away. That all being said it all comes from a place of caring, he does what he does because he wants each individual in the pack to survive and thrive. If that means he has to be the bad guy and all the drawbacks that come with that, then so be it. Because of this Ike keeps his walls up and values those who are closest and understands him. Isaac's been told he's easier to get along with when he's off-duty so to speak. The stubbornness never really goes away but he's more relaxed. With the recent incident where he killed a human Isaac's been in a bit of turmoil, not acting like himself in the least. His emotions are far more visible now that he's not really trying or able to hide them.
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History: Isaac grew up in the pack, it was home and it was family. His father was once a healer of the pack but was now retired, his mother passed away many years ago. Isaac remembers her fondly but only had a few years of memories, his younger sister on the other hand had little to none. Being a Hunter was perfectly fine for Ike, he enjoyed being a simple cog on the machine. That was until the Beta of the pack passed away and the Alpha named him the replacement, it was a shock to most he imagined, but to himself most of all. Isaac had only been twenty-five at the time and didn't feel himself an adequate person for the position. However Arthur urged him to give it a shot, so Ike did, and slowly but surely he found his foothold. Now he finds purpose in being Beta and keeping the machine running. Yet fate has thrown him a curveball, the death of a human by his hands has risked everything he's sworn to protect. Blake Collins was a construction worker as well as a bit of a drinker. He was a little older than Isaac, and the man had accosted him and his family for many years. But overall he was all bark and no bite and Isaac had learned to ignore him in passing. However recently Blake said something, went too far, and Isaac snapped. He barely remembers it happening, he saw red and threw a punch. But in that moment of rage he'd forgotten to hold back, forgotten how fragile humans could be against the strength of a Werewolf. Blake wouldn't survive the blow and Isaac's life would be changed forever.
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