It was the dead of night. Not a sound was heard. The full moon shone upon the kingdom and the surrounding forest. A fierce howl broke the silence. Soon followed were many other howls and growls.

Upon hearing this, the kingdom's border guards tensed up. They were well aware that the local wolf pack was very dangerous, as they've been known to kill dragons. It has been known that these howls happen only when they've succeeded in a hunt...

Or lost a member of the pack.

In the trees, the local wildlife were terrified, afraid they were next, as the wolves never kill just one, if it was a kill. There were many who would steal some food for their own survival, many of them wouldn't survive.

The wolves were very angry tonight.

Someone had killed a pup for food. At least the pack got there before they could take the pup, but the culprit had ran away.

The outlaw blonde dashed through the thick forest, blood on his talons and tail.

Simon had been hiding from the kingdom for quite some time now, as it was months after Simon's meeting with King Lunar. After he took his leave, he left the kingdom. He was afraid that Lunar would send his men to kill him, despite Simon's threats. The teen tried to get food, he was desperate.

And the pup was defenseless. A sitting duck, waiting to be shot by the hunters rifle. His plan was perfect. He would sneak up from behind, Choke the pup with his tail to shut it up, and finish the job with a slash of his claws. Then run away with the pup as far and fast as possible.

It only failed for two, fatal mistakes.

The pup bit him, breaking his skin-shaped scales, and howled for help.

Simon was sure he'd be dead. He couldn't get away with his kill, and he got injured. Surely they'd be able to track his scent through his blood on the snow.

He could only hope the wolf's blood covered his, and they wouldn't be able to track him.

His answer was received with a cold, dead, growl in front of him.

He stopped. Two golden eyes stared right into his. Simon simply stared back, and prepared himself for his demise. The wolf growled, and lunged at the lizard-hybrid. Simon leaped in the air, and the wolf skidded in the snow. Simon landed on the ground, drew his talons, and waited for the canine's next move.

It was probably the worst thing he could've done.

The wolf howled, as a sign for help. Other wolves howled in response. Fear creeping onto Simon, he only thought one thing.

Run.

The wolf dashed to Simon as he ran away. The tall lizard teen was pretty fast. He was stopped by another wolf that tackled onto him. Avoiding its jaws, he slapped it with his tail, and slashed it with his claws.

A small yelp was heard, and the wolf fell limp on the snow, staining it in red.

Simon knew he wouldn't be able to kill the entire pack. He was far too exhausted as it already was, not to mention he still had yet to eat. So he continued his run through the thick forest.

Yes, he could've just sat in a tree until they backed off, but he wasn't exactly in his right mind at the moment.

He continued running, scaring the wildlife he ran passed. Series of loud and close growls were heard. The teen soon found himself surrounded. There was no getting out of the situation anymore. Simon readied his claws, tail swaying around violently. He released a warning growl of his own, but the pack remained unfazed. The first wolf launched itself at him. Simon dodged the wolf only to be jumped by another three. On reflex, he slashed his claws against the wolves. One wolf fell to the ground, dead. The second was only injured slightly, but enough to make it tend to its wounds.

The last wolf avoided Simon's pathetic adrenaline-powered attack. It countered with another pounce. Simon couldn't avoid it this time. The wolf pinned him to the ground as he grunted. Simon slapped the wolf with his tail, but felt a sharp pain gripping it. He released a sound that sounded almost like an animal, but it was human as well from the pain. It sounded wild, but tamed. It was enough for the wolves on him to back off. He got up, and looked around. They were all afraid of something. Afraid of him maybe? Simon turned around in the direction that the first wolf lunged at him.

He wanted to scream.

The wolf was there, yes, but it was eating a corpse of an animal that Simon eventually realized was another wolf. The first wolf was covered in blood. Whether it was its own or the victim's he didn't know. The wolf looked at the rest of the pack and gave a bark, though it sounded more of a roar than a bark. Simon knew he wouldn't be capable of handling the beast, as the previous two wolves had tired him out.

"Guess this is how I die..." he said to himself. But it was only until he remembered his own words to the pseudo king Lunar that he convinced himself otherwise.

"You want me dead?" He said to the canibalistic wolf, despite it not understanding, much less caring, what he said, "Come and get me, Pooch."

The wolf made another roar like bark, and ran to him, claws out and jaws wide open. Simon dodged the wolf's attack, and smirked at it. It turned its head towards the teen and lunged again, but when Simon sidestepped, it took a leap towards him directly after landing from the pounce, tackling Simon to the ground. With its quadruped body pinning Simon down, its head tried biting at his head, only for whimper as Simon launched it into the air from a strong kick in the gut. Though the wolf didn't go off that far, but it was enough for Simon to strike the wolf with a stab to chest with his claws.

"GRAAAHHHRRR!!!" The wolf screeched as it bit his shoulder instinctively. Simon grew an idea and pierced harder into the wolf so it kept biting him. He then managed to pick himself and the wolf up, and walked to a tree.

CRUNCH!!!

Simon gasped as soon as the sharp pressure on his shoulder lightened and the wolf fell dead on the snowy ground. Simon looked to the rest of the pack, which was much too afraid to try to kill him. Simon looked at what looked to be the Alpha wolf as a question to use the canibal wolf as his meal. The wolf I question grumbled a response, which Simon took as a yes. He walked over to the dead wolf at the tree, and brushed his messes up hair away from his face. He looked at the wolf and took out his knife that he remembered he had.

Simon then cleaned himself a little before eating. He had to eat it raw, or scavengers would steal it from him. Once he was done sloppily cleaning himself, he grabbed his knife again, and began to cut off the wolf's head.

However, he realized he was too late as he saw the very much alive eyes of the wolf stare at him.

"GGGRROORKCHS—!"

With one swoop, the wolf slashed a claw at Simon's skull, piercing it. During that swoop, Simon pushed the knife in as far into the wolf's neck as he was allowed to. Simon stood there for a second, to see if he or the wolf were dead. Once he knew he was dying, and the wolf was dead, he got up from the stained snow. He walked to the kingdom, hopefully to get some help.

He may have wanted to die, yes, but this isn't his own doing.

He went to the gates of the town, or at least attempted to. He soon found out he was lost. He called out, but no response. He stood there in the dark. Half dead, weak, and in the middle of nowhere.

He simply laughed at his situation.

"This is kinda funny." He said to no one in particular, "Who knew I'd end up dying here of all places." He looked around, and walked some more.

He eventually grew too weak to walk, and fell to the ground. This made him laugh more.

"This is too good." He told himself. He tried grabbing his knife from his vest, but only to find out he had left it with the wolf. He sighed and turned on his back with whatever energy he had left. He decided to take a good look at himself from where he stood.

A bloody, lizard-human hybrid. A mistake to the kingdom he was born under. Some in the kingdom referred to him as "The self-owned slave".

Now he's just some runaway hybrid, food for whatever scavenger came to him first.

He noticed it was becoming harder for him to breathe. That's when he put on a smile and said, "I lived by my rules. I went on my turf. Death is the only one that could stop me from becoming something great." Then he realized what he was saying. "Who am I kidding? It's our own faults that we struggle." He then decided he was ready to die. So he closed his eyes and embraced the inevitable.

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"Your Majesty!"

King Lunar turned to the guard that had called him. He looked like an ordinary man, green eyes and brown hair in his royal gown.

"What is it, guard?" He asked monotonously.

"There was a dead body discovered in the woods!" The guard informed.

"Any identification of the poor man?" Lunar asked.

"It's the Freak, sir!" The guard replied.

"That is not a name...." The King said annoyed.

"Simon Evenwood, sir."