Stricken, Alell looked at the ravaged remains of corpses all around her. This was not the first time, and she sadly knew that is wouldn't be the last time, she stumbled across this destructive path. It was really all around her, but she chose not to see it. Alell refused to notice the blood, the gore, the horrid stench of evil. No, Alell only wanted to let the fresh, pure scent of the forest fill her nostrils full, let her paws sink into the cool, refreshing springs, and rejoice in life, but that didn't happen often anymore. Not since the sickness.

The thought caused a frigid shiver to creep from the nape of her neck to her tail-tip. That was the last thing she wanted to acknowledge, but ignorance was not a bliss for this femmi. She had listened to every wolf that would tell her the tales, Alell would not be taken by this sickness. Alell didn't know solid facts about this thing, but she knew enough to fight her inner fires. Those thoughts, dreams, of the pain disappearing as she hunted the beast of a brute that had caused her suffering, she would have satisfaction in killing him slowly...

Shaking her great head, eyes tightly shut, she growled to herself, "Such foul thoughts."

Oh, how she hated them. They worried her to no end. So to keep the dreams from her, she would run to the ends of great domains to tire her soul and she would sleep in black, sweet oblivion.

"But now I think about this when awake!" she cried softly to herself, always alone was she.

Do all think of such foul things? Or am I doomed to step upon the boarder of insanity and staying sane? It was the same pondering that worried her gran-dam into pushing her out of the pack. Every wolf avoided her from birth, and Alell knew that meant something. Something has to be wrong with me, she concluded for neither the first, nor the last time.

Suddenly her senses were flooded with a familiarity that was just out of reach. Alell knew that she should have recognized it, but the pounding rhythm of her paws was highly distracting. Looking at the marred earth beneath her paws, Alells eyes widened with fright and delight. Another wolf! 

It had been so long since she had last heard a story, and she no longer cared for her safety. Slowing to a crouching walk, Alell peered through some growth, knowing full well that her odd pelt shone brightly in the darkness, and hoped that it wasn't a sickened wolf waiting to prey on her. But she couldn't see much, and impatience caught the better of her.

Popping up, Alell barked out, "Hello! Who are you?" 

"Never forgive... Never forget..." Blood-stained jaws repeated this over and over as Bane sat amidst the corpses of those who had betrayed him. Bits of flesh and fur littered the area around him and lined his ebon claws. His face had been ripped open in the fight, but the virus, the sickness, was keeping it from bleeding out, healing it over with only flesh, making him look like some zombie wolf. Maybe that was what he was now; it was definitely why his pack had tried to kill him.

"Never forgive..."

Bane stood, the torn remains of is once bushy tail painting a red streak on the ground as he left the place that he once called home. With eyes as crimson as the blood that soaked ever inch of his remaining fur, Bane looked ahead, in the direction the survivors had fled from him. As he padded after the trail, his glutteral voice rnag out once more:

"Never forget..."

*~~*

Inara sighed as she tended to yet another wolf's wounds, dabbing an herbal paste-like substance onto the torn flesh. The wolf whimpered; the sickness was already taking effect. If the wolf didn't die, he would soon become like them, the infected ones. inara glanced out the entrance to her cave. From there, she could see some of the pack members standing guard, others lying about, warily watching the trees. 

More than once they had been forced to abandon thier homes as they fled from the viral wolves that attacked them. every time, they had left someone behind, someone to slow them down. The last one had been a friend of Inara's, and she missed her horribly. A few scout wolves had reported sightings of her, now infected and turned evil like all the others. Inara did not njoy the thought of her next meeting with her old friend.

Sighing again, Inara returned her attention to the dying wolf. He would die or turn, there was no was to stop it... yet. Either way, Inara did what she could to ease the pain; it was going to be a long day.

Jack looked out from his mountain that gave him a clear view of the wolf packs and carnage. A malicious grin spread across his face, highlighting his scars. The rumors were true, he was the one who started the chain reaction-the one to spread the virus.

It started when Jack was just a kid, barely eighteen, when he started to change. Every month on the full moon he became something... Evil. And, he loved it. He loved the feeling of power surging through his veins as he ransacked homes and killed many. 

This went on for many years, Jack growing stronger with each succeeding one. Then, one day, a mysterious man in a regular clothes skulked up to him, a malicious look upon his features. They talked for a long time, for what seemed like hours to Jack.

"So, yes, I've come to kill you. But, sadly, I cannot bring myself to, seeing as how I know who turned you. I can give you something that can help you." The man sighed, standing up.

"Wait, you're going to give me something to help me? What's the catch?" Jack, now 19, asked warily. The man smiled, knowing this would come.

"You cannot be seen by another living human that is not a werewolf like yourself, or you will be cursed." He said, grabbing his jacket. He revealed a small vile full of a clear liquid. "Drink this, and your problems will cease."

Jack grabbed the vile, popping it's cork and sliding the substance down his throat.

The unknown man slid out of the area, walkign away.

"Wait!" Jack called, trying to obtain the man's attention.

"Yes?" The man asked, halfway up the block.

"Who are you?" Jack asked, feeling foolish.

"R.J. R.J. Lupin." The man said, before disappearing into a swarm of people.

It was not a year later, when Jack was running his way home, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He looked back, making a mistake as he couldn't see where he was going.

"Hey!" A guy screamed, as Jack turned on him.

"N-no!" Jack exclaimed, as he felt a searing pain spread through his veins, almost as if his blood was boiling. He felt his body grow, almost 50 percent bigger than he was. He entered his home, hoping that when he woke up he would once again be Human.

Unfortunately, he was not granted his wish, as he sprang from his bed with a bark. Feeling embara.ssed for some unknown reason, he ran away, covering at least one hundred miles a day on foot. One day, he came upon a great land, from which he could see form the mountain he climbed. Taking a liking to the forest surrounding him, he decided to stay.

As he entered the Cave that the mountain side held, he was attacked by another wolf. Reacting on an instinct unknown to him as he bit the dog in the neck. The wolf buckled under him, reacting to something hidden in Jack's saliva. The wolf shuddered, and started to scream. The wolf cried out, something about how he felt his insides melting.

Startled and confused, He yelled at the wolf to leave the cave immediately. Imagine Jack's surprised when he obliged.

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That was five years ago, and now, Jack's virus, though not attacking him, destroyed everything in it's wake. At the thought of this, Jack raised his head, and uttered a howl that was laced with malice and destruction.