Time for chapter two. In this chapter, you meet the third of five main characters in this story. This one is called "Blood of the Wolf". Enjoy.
Blood of the Wolf[]
The day after visiting their father’s grave, Logan and Brandon got up, and got ready to go about their daily lives. Logan, who was generally an early riser, was woken up by his alarm clock at 6:00 A.M. He immediately got up, and went to get dressed. His favorite outfit that he had was modelled after the old attire worn by the outfit worn by Harold Jenkins. It consisted of a large black trench coat that went down to his knees. He wore it open, which revealed a red interior. Under the coat, he wore a standard, black button down shirt. Over the coat he wore a long, hooded, black cape that nearly went down to his ankles. Logan also wore black fingerless gloves that went roughly halfway up to his elbow, and gold and black vambraces protecting his wrists. He also wore dark blue trousers with thin, ride stripes on the sides, and black, leather boots with several buckles. He also wore a belt with several pouches on it, including one with the sole purpose of carrying the most important object in the world to him: an old Thracian coin that was silver on one side, and black on the other. Whenever he felt extremely stressed out, he flipped the coin, which immediately calmed him down. Logan also made his own helmet modelled after Harold’s knight helmet, but he rarely saw a reason to wear it, so he almost never did.
Brandon, on the other hand, had his alarm set for 8:00 A.M. His favorite outfit consisted of a nice, white button down shirt, brown button down vest, black pants, brown boots, gray trench coat that he left open, black leather gloves, and a fedora. Like Logan, Brandon also had a belt with a lot of pouches attached to it.
It was a Wednesday, and the two brothers met at Logan’s house, and decided to do a little hunting. Logan had received a bolt-action rifle from his father a few years prior, which he used for hunting, while Brandon used a bow and arrow. They used the woods that Logan lived in as a hunting ground, since it was often full of wildlife. The two brothers would usually try to each kill one thing. Their father taught them how to hunt when they were 10 and 8, respectively, and they both seemed to like it.
The two brothers set out, and they both heard a loud, faint popping sound in the distance, they exchanged glances, and then carried on. For over an hour, they encountered nothing. That is, until they heard a very obvious gunshot in the distance, and took off running toward the source. They eventually stumbled upon a man who had clearly just bled out, since he had been shot by not only a rifle, but also several crossbow bolts.
“Who do you think this guy pissed off?” Logan asked Brandon.
“Not sure”, Brandon said. “But he was clearly attacked by more than one person.”
“What makes you say that?” Logan asked.
“Because he was shot with both a crossbow and a firearm”, Brandon answered. “I can’t imagine one person carrying both of those weapons.”
Suddenly, the two brothers heard the growls of three angry wolves, which came out of the grass. Logan and Brandon backed up, and got their weapons ready. One of the wolves charged Logan, and was promptly shot by him. Another one charged, and Logan was about to shoot it, but his weapon clicked, meaning it was empty, so Brandon shot the wolf with his bow. The final wolf, which was noticeably larger than the other two, and about to charge the brothers, but was suddenly shot in the head by a crossbow bolt from the nearby grass. Logan and Brandon were hyperventilating, since they had never been in so much danger before.
A few seconds later, two men came out of the tall grass nearby. One of them, who appeared to be roughly around the brothers’ age, was carrying a strange crossbow with a ram’s head on the tip, and had a cylindrical drum attached to the bottom, while the other one, who appears to be at least thirty, was carrying a bolt action sniper rifle. The two men were wearing matching uniforms, consisting of a dark gray, collared shirt, a black vest, olive green trousers, and brown boots. The younger one also had a black beanie and black fingerless gloves on, as well as a patch with the word "Youngblood" sewn to his upper left sleeve, while the older one had no headwear or gloves on, and a patch with the word "Veteran" sewn to his upper left sleeve.
“You two okay?”, the younger one asked in a very deep, but soothing voice.
“Yeah”, Brandon said. “We’re fine. Thanks for the help.”
“No problem”, the young one said before extending his hand to the brothers. “Gideon Jaeger.”
Brandon shook his hand. “Brandon Draconis.”
Logan also shook his hand. “Logan Draconis.”
“You two brothers?” Gideon asked.
“Half-brothers”, Logan said. “We had different mothers.”
“Had?” Gideon asked.
“Neither of us have any parents anymore”, Brandon said.
“I’m sorry”, Gideon said.
“Hey, Gideon”, the older soldier said as he was examining the dead man’s body.
“Yes, Marcus?” Gideon asked as he walked over to the dead body.
“This man is a Silent Fang scout”, Marcus said.
“The Silent Fang?” Logan asked, before he turned towards Brandon. “That’s the group that ordered the hit on our father.”
“They ordered a hit on my father too”, Gideon said before walking back over to the brothers. “Would you two be interested in bringing the Silent Fang to justice?”
“Absolutely”, Logan said. “I’ve wanted nothing but vengeance since my father was taken from me.”
“Me too”, Brandon said.
“Well then”, Gideon said. “Follow me. There’s someone I need to introduce you to.”
End[]
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