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Arthur remained pinned to the ground by the massive harpoon.
The thick steel cable vibrated faintly as he tested it again.
But this time he didn't pull.
He studied.
His crimson eyes traced the weapon carefully.
The angle of the spear.
The tension of the cable.
The buried ground anchor.
Arthur exhaled slowly.
"…So that's the trick."
Across the battlefield, Gerard Argent watched him carefully.
The old hunter had expected rage.
Brute force.
Instead the boy had gone still.
Thinking.
Gerard's eyes narrowed.
"That is… unexpected."
Arthur shifted his weight slightly.
Then twisted his body sideways.
The barbed spear remained lodged in the earth, but Arthur used the cable as leverage.
His muscles tightened.
The ground trembled.
CRACK.
The soil around the anchor fractured.
Arthur twisted again—
And the entire steel block ripped out of the earth.
Hunters froze.
The massive anchor dragged behind Arthur like a chained meteor.
The restraint had failed.
Arthur stood slowly.
"…Well," he muttered.
"That didn't work the way you hoped."
Panic spread through the hunters.
One of them shouted.
"Sir! The anchor is loose!"
Gerard did not panic.
Instead, he made a decision instantly.
"Flash units."
Several hunters threw cylindrical grenades toward the battlefield.
WHITE LIGHT exploded across the clearing.
FLASH.
BANG.
Smoke bombs followed.
The battlefield disappeared in thick grey fog.
"Retreat formation!" Gerard commanded.
But the hunters were not the only ones moving.
From the opposite side of the battlefield—
The Hale pack struck.
Claws tore through the smoke.
Gunfire echoed.
Leading the charge was Talia Hale.
The Alpha's eyes burned with fury.
"Tonight," she growled,
"You pay for repeatedly hunting us."
Beside her—
Derek Hale ripped a rifle from a hunter's hands and slammed him into a tree.
Laura Hale moved like a silver blur, her claws flashing through the smoke.
The hunters were no longer the predators.
They were prey.
The Guardian Moves
High in the trees—
A sniper aimed at Arthur's head.
He exhaled slowly.
Finger tightening on the trigger.
But the shot never fired.
A blur passed through the branches.
Steel flashed.
The sniper collapsed silently.
A shadow moved through the forest with impossible speed.
Arthur noticed it.
For a split second—
He saw a glowing sigil in the darkness.
"…What the—"
Then the moon rose fully above the clouds.
And everything changed.
Arthur's body froze.
Pain surged through his veins.
But it was not the pain of injury.
It was transformation.
His Lunar wolf bloodline amplified by Corvinus blood reacted violently to the full moon.
His eyes burned brighter—
Crimson light spilling from them like embers.
White spread through his hair completely until it turned snow-white beneath the moonlight.
Derek saw it.
"…mom," he whispered.
"He's changing."
Arthur dropped to one knee.
His breathing deepened.
Bones began to shift.
CRACK.
His spine stretched.
Muscles expanded violently.
His fingers lengthened—
Claws tearing through the air.
His body grew larger.
Taller.
More monstrous.
The transformation was not chaotic.
It was elegant.
Like evolution unfolding in real time.
Then the final change came.
Arthur threw his head back.
A low growl rolled through the battlefield.
then all the pack in the bacon hills heard and howl with it.
acknowledging the message through the domineering howl.
even outside the bacon hills heard it. both supernatural beings and normal humans alike.
His body surged forward—
Fur erupting across expanding muscle.
His form expanded into something colossal.
Three meters tall.
A massive snow-white wolf emerged beneath the full moon.
Crimson eyes burned like twin stars.
The battlefield fell silent.
Hunters stared in horror.
Gerard's face hardened.
"…Remarkable."
The Lunar Wolf had awakened.
The Slaughter
The massive wolf moved.
And the hunters died.
Arthur's claws tore through steel armor like paper.
One swipe sent two hunters crashing through trees.
Another slash shattered a rifle and the man holding it.
He moved like a blizzard.
Fast.
Cold.
Unstoppable.
The Hale pack joined the slaughter.
Talia ripped through a group of hunters with terrifying precision.
Derek broke another man's spine with a single blow.
Laura moved like a silver storm.
This was not a battle anymore.
It was revenge.
Gerard's Revelation
Gerard backed away slowly, blood dripping from his shoulder.
Yet his voice remained calm.
"Arthur Corvinus."
The massive wolf turned toward him.
Gerard smiled faintly.
"You deserve to know the truth."
Arthur's crimson eyes narrowed.
"Your mother…"
Gerard continued quietly.
"…was not simply a werewolf."
Derek and Talia froze.
Gerard's voice cut through the battlefield.
"She belonged to a lineage far older."
"A bloodline known as the Lunar Wolves."
Arthur growled.
Gerard nodded.
"Yes."
"Creatures who grow stronger beneath the full moon."
"Which means tonight…"
He smiled grimly.
"…you are at your absolute peak."
Arthur's claws dug into the earth.
Gerard whispered:
"You are the first of your kind."
"A Corvinus Lunar Wolf."
Gerard's Failure
Gerard signaled the retreat.
But it was already too late.
Arthur lunged.
His enormous claws flashed once.
Gerard screamed.
The slash tore through his left leg completely.
"AAAAAAH!"
"SHIT"
"SHIT"
"DAMN"
The limb collapsed beneath him.
Blood flooded the ground.
Arthur raised his claws again—
But hunters dragged Gerard away desperately.
The old hunter's arm hung uselessly.
Broken.
Destroyed.
Nearby—
"AAAAHHHHH"
Kate Argent screamed as Laura's claws tore across her face.
Blood covered one eye.
"YOU BITCH! I'M GONNA TORTURE YOU SLOWLY!"
The other stared in terror.
The Argent family had lost.
Completely.
No victory.
Only ruin.
Hours later—
The battlefield was silent.
Hunter vehicles burned in the forest.
Arthur stood at the center of the clearing once more.
His massive wolf form slowly shifted back.
Snow-white hair.
Crimson eyes.
But now—
The power within him felt stable.
Complete.
Then he turned toward the forest.
Someone was watching.
A figure stepped from the shadows.
The Guardian.
The glowing sigil burned faintly on his hand.
He studied Arthur quietly.
Then spoke.
"Arthur Corvinus…"
Guardian's voice was calm.
"…it took thirteen years for you to awaken."
Arthur frowned.
"…And who the hell are you?"
The Guardian's eyes glowed faintly.
"The one who waited."
"For the Last Blood."
Within weeks—
Stories spread across the supernatural world.
From Europe.
To Asia.
To hidden covens and ancient packs.
One name began to circulate.
A name spoken with fear.
Arthur Corvinus.
The Lunar Wolf of the Corvinus bloodline.
A creature neither vampire nor Lycan.
Something older.
Something new.
And the world had just learned he existed.