She brought the Night and by the night was brought
We are but children of the powers she had set free
Strange are the ways of the wolfhearted

Wolfshade (A Werewolf Masquerade) – Moonspell

THE WEREWOLF WHO DEVOURED THE SUN

By Alexander Ritter

“This place looks dilapidated.”

Jack Russell and his two companions, Kevin and Alice, stood before an abandoned cabin in the forest. The trio had previously been caged and transported to Alaska in order to participate in a ceremony for Dredmund Druid, who was to become a Werewolf God.

The semi-truck that was transporting them overturned, allowing them to escape, but not before a fourth member of their group tragically died. The survivors traveled by foot through the forest, desperately seeking shelter before finding themselves at the cabin.

“It looks fine to me,” said Kevin, the young man with dark hair and glasses. He was an expert on werewolf lore, and also came off as a know-it-all.

“I spend a lot of time tearing down houses,” explained Jack. “That’s a job I can do just when I need the money or when it’s not a full moon out. I’ve seen enough to know this place is in bad shape.”

“We haven’t even seen the inside yet,” suggested Alice. She was a young woman with golden blonde hair, who hated being a werewolf. She was so frightened of it, she refused to willingly transform.

Alice walked up to the front door and knocked. “Hello? Is anyone home?”

She knocked louder, but there was still no answer. Alice glanced back at Kevin and Jack for guidance. Kevin shrugged as Jack motioned to turn the doorknob. Alice turned the handle and pushed the door open with ease, it swung open with a high pitched creaking noise. The group entered the cabin and looked around.

“It certainly appears to be abandoned,” observed Kevin.

Jack opened the refrigerator. “No beer.”

“At least we’re sheltered from the weather now,” said Alice. “We’ve got a place to rest for a while, maybe we can find something useful here. Then we can figure out how to get back home..”

Jack shut the door to the refrigerator. “I’m heading into town to stop Dredmund first.”

“Why would you do that?”

“What do you think happens if we walk away now? Dredmund’s preparing for his “ascension” or whatever he called it. Maybe he’s bat-shit insane, but maybe, just maybe, he’s going to gain unlimited powers. Then he’s going to come looking for us. I say, we go looking for him first, and take him down before the ritual.”

“You don’t have to look very far,” came a voice from behind Jack.

The trio turned and saw Dredmund and Hector had arrived, in full werewolf form. They were led by a female police officer.

Dredmund placed his black paw on the officer’s shoulder. “You did well leading us here, my dear. Now, subdue these intruders.”

A bright red light glowed on the police officer’s neck, emanating from a gem Dredmund created. The officer’s clothes tore, dropping away as her body transformed into that of a brown werewolf. She lunged at Kevin, knocking him back into the kitchen.

Dredmund advanced toward Alice, who backed away in terror. She tripped, falling down to the floor. Alice desperately attempted to crawl away, but Dredmund grabbed her leg and pulled her up into the air.

Jack transformed into his werewolf form as Hector ran toward him.

“I still owe you for that sucker punch back in New York,” growled Jack as he rushed to meet Hector head on.

They grappled with each other, each trying to gain leverage. Suddenly, an agony filled howl cut through the cabin, followed by an inhuman gurgling sound. Everyone turned toward the source of the noise, seeing that the death rattle originated from Kevin. He had turned into a werewolf to fight off the officer, but it had not been nearly enough to save him.

Kevin’s body lay on the kitchen floor, the brown werewolf crouched over his lifeless carcass. His stomach and chest had been ripped open, ribcage shattered and broken. It looked as if Kevin’s throat had been torn open by a vicious bite, most of his neck was missing. The female werewolf’s muzzle was deep in Kevin’s chest cavity, she hungrily slurped up blood and chewed on internal organs.

“No!” yelled Dredmund, releasing Alice from his grasp.

Hector was transfixed on the cannibalistic scene, allowing Jack the opportunity to grab Alice and pull her out of the cabin. Dredmund pushed back the brown werewolf, knocking her away from Kevin’s body.

“What have you done?”

The brown werewolf growled and snapped, but then calmed down as she laid her eyes on Dredmund.

“That’s right. Recognize me as your alpha and obey me!” ordered the onyx werewolf.

“What happened?!?” asked Hector.

Dredmund shook his head. “I don’t know. The mixture of your bloods must have made these transformations too powerful, the animal aspect is too strong, where a balance of man and beast is needed. I can calm her when I focus on her, but leaving her on her own, she lost control.”

Hector motioned over his shoulder. “Jack and the girl got away.”

Dredmund looked down at Kevin’s lifeless body. “We can’t lose any more of my chosen, however, the ritual can’t be delayed any longer. I need the power now, more than ever, just to control my pack. The limitations of this body are preventing me from helping us achieve our full potential. When I obtain godhood, the pack will be in control, then Jacob and Alice will return of their own free will to recognize me as their savior.”

Dredmund turned and walked out of the cabin, with Hector and the officer following behind him.

“Are you coming, or what?”

Jack glanced back at Alice, who was struggling to keep up as he sprinted through the forest. She sat down on a log to catch her breath.

“I’m tired,” she said. “And cold.”

“If we don’t keep moving, you’re also going to be dead. It’s starting to snow harder now, judging from the clouds, we’re about to get hit by a blizzard.”

The wind blew harder, the trees swayed in the wind as the pair was pelted by the stinging kiss of ice pellets blown at high speed.

“Alice, We’re not going to make it! You have to change.”

“No!”

“Do you want to freeze to death? You’re going to die if you don’t change, do you understand? I’ll be right here, nothing bad is going to happen. I promise”

Alice looked at Jack, as he held out his hand.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

“I know. I was too, once.”

Alice’s eyes told Jack that she finally relented. Jack shifted to werewolf form, and held Alice’s hand as she too turned into a werewolf, with golden fur.

“See? Everything is fine. Just concentrate on staying calm, and follow me.”

They traveled on through the forest, looking for shelter. They eventually found a cave, and went inside to shield themselves from the storm. Jack sat down in the back of the cave, leaning on the stone wall. Alice laid down next to him, and Jack held onto her hand as she fell asleep.

O’Sullivan’s Bar & Grill
Downtown Manhattan

Tessa had spent the day watching the bar’s big screen TV, while enjoying some of the best grilled catfish in all of New York. Rory came over to her table with a beer.

“I didn’t order another beer.”

Rory motioned behind him, toward a man sitting at the main bar. “Complements of that gentleman over there.”

“Right, one of the many perks of being pretty. The occasional drink I never asked for. I was about to leave, but I guess I’ll finish this and then be on my way.”

“You’re not going to invite that guy over to your table?”

“No. I’m not interested in flirting right now, I’ve set my sights on someone already. I’ve got a good feeling about Jack, and if everything works out he might just be the one to make my dream come true.”

“Hey, wake up.”

Alice opened her eyes to see a hulking brown werewolf standing above her. She started scooting backwards, then glanced down and saw her golden hued paws. She started to remember everything. Jack Russell, the exploding semi, the fight in the cabin, the blizzard.. everything.

“It wasn’t a dream. It all happened.”

“You slept the day away. We’re running out of time now, we need to get moving again.”

Alice hesitantly reached up and accepted Jack’s hand. He pulled Alice up to her feet and they left the cave together. They continued walking in the same direction as the previous night, eventually coming upon a town.

“This has to be the right place. Dredmund said there weren’t any other towns around for miles.”

The town appeared to be almost abandoned, however there were a small number of werewolves walking down the street. They each had a glassed over look in their eyes as they walked right past Alice and Jack.

“Nobody is even looking at us. It’s like we’re invisible or something.”

Alice walked next to one and waved her paw at him, but he don’t respond. She stuck out her tongue at another werewolf, and again, no response.

“It’s more like they’re hypnotized or something,” said Jack. Jack and Alice noticed the sparse parade of werewolves were all walking toward a large hill in the distance, and it looked as if there were several more already gathering over the crest of the hill. “I can’t see what’s on the other side of that hill, but it looks like that might be the place to find Dredmund.”

A voice called out to Jack from off to the side. “You’re right, he’s been up on the mountain for hours, preparing for the ritual. Too bad for you, you’ll never make it there, vato.”

Jack and Alice turned to see the werewolf Hector. He walked over to the pair, as he continued talking.

“The gathering has already begun. Everyone is on their way to witness the birth of a new god, and Dredmund wanted all three of us there to witness it.”

“So, you’re going to try and force us to go there with you.”

“No, I’m going to kill you. See, I’m the only one who willingly followed Dredmund from day one. I deserve to be his main disciple, the chosen one. But he wants you instead.”

“Hey, I’m not competing for the position,” said Jack. “It’s all yours.”

“As long as you’re around, he’s always going to look at me as second best. I’m going to tell Dredmund that you were out of control with rage, and I had no choice but to put you down.”

Hector bared his fangs and leapt at Jack, knocking him backwards, through a wooden fence. Both werewolves scrambled back to their feet. Jack swung at Hector with a clawed swipe, but Hector ducked, coming up with a series of punches to Jack’s body. Jack growled and swung a few more times, but Hector moved his body backward, easily dodging the swipes. Hector started to laugh as he became more and more confident.

“You think you can defeat me? I’m Hector Perez, one of the most feared and respected fighters in all of Guadalajara!”

Jack kicked Hector in the groin, causing the werewolf to double over in pain.

“I’m Jack Russell, not above fighting dirty.”

Jack brought the point of his furry elbow down on Hector’s snout, causing Hector’s eyes to water. Jack picked Hector up, and slammed him onto the broken fencepost that was sticking out of the ground.

Jack punched and pounded on Hector’s body, impaling him further and further down the fencepost. Hector was eventually pounded all the way to the ground, with three feet of post protruding from his chest. Hector looked at Jack and smirked.

“You’re still too late. Dredmund has started the ritual, and you won’t be able to stop the dawning of a new age. At least in my death, I managed to delay you long enough for Dredmund to complete his task.”

Hector closed his eyes as his body became limp, a lake of blood forming under his body.

“Unbelievable. This guy is so full of himself, that even when I beat his ass, he still found a way to make himself the one who came out on top.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t help. I was afraid I’d lose control and start attacking you too.”

“It’s fine. It worked out in the end, this time. Next time we might not be so lucky, so be ready to help me with Dredmund. I don’t care if Hector thinks it’s to late, I’m still going to try and stop him.”

Dredmund Druid stood waist deep in an ice cold river. Upstream, his newly transformed and blindly loyal followers waited for his command.

“Now, my children, now is the time! While the Black Moon is at an apex! NOW!”

The werewolves began to rip and tear into themselves with their claws. The river became soaked in blood from the orgy of self-mutilation. The sanguine wave washed past Dredmund as he held his gem down in the blood surf. He lifted the gem, now a deep crimson hue, holding it triumphantly in the air.

“As the blood sacrifice of a hundred wolves takes place, the rise of the deity will commence!”

Jack and Alice arrived at the edge of the river just in time to see the whole gruesome scene unfold.

“Ok, here’s the plan. Since I’m stronger, but you’re faster, I’m going to try and hold Dredmund while you get the gem away from him.”

“I don’t know if I can do this, Jack.”

“If we don’t act right now, we’re going to be in deep shit.”

Dredmund was about to place the gem to this throat, when Jack lunged, catching him off guard. Alice hesitated for a moment, then used her powerful leg muscles to launch herself across the gap, snatching the gem from Dredmund’s grasp as she leapt over his head.

“No! What are you doing?” roared Dredmund. “You’re ruining everything!”

Jack grabbed Dredmund in a bear hug to immobilize him. “That was the plan!”

Dredmund became enraged and tried to break free, but Jack was too strong in his werewolf form. Alice held up the gem against the night sky and gazed at it.

The gem changed in color, from deep red to a sky blue.

Alice smiled. “Jack, can you hear it?”

“Hear what? What are you talking about?”

“It’s beautiful. It’s singing to me.

“Alice.. put the gem down.”

Jack dropped Dredmund, reaching to snatch the gem away from Alice, but it was too late. Alice pressed the gem to her throat. A shockwave of blue energy discharged from Alice’s body, knocking Jack backward.

Surrounded in blue light, Alice started to float in the air, her golden fur changing into a light blue hue. Alice’s eyes opened, and they were not her own. She howled and then began to speak in an otherworldly voice.

“At last, I have returned to this world! Now I shall devour the sun and bring a glorious age of eternal night!”

Afghanistan
Vic Marcus, Warwolf

Vic was finishing a meal in the army mess hall. Some of his companions were in the middle of telling a wildly inappropriate joke, when Vic dropped his tray of food and leapt to his feet, looking around wildly.

“Holy shit, Vic! What the fuck was that all about?”

Vic slowly looked around the mess hall. Everyone was staring at him. He picked up his tray and sat back down, mumbling an apology.

“Are you alright? You can’t be freaking out like that, you’re going to end up with a psych evaluation.”

“I probably need one,” replied Vic. “Judging by the lack of reaction from the rest of you, I assume nobody else heard a loud howl?”

His companions all looked at each other and shook their heads.

Vic sighed.

“I’m probably under too much stress,” he lied. “I just need to get some extra rest and I’ll be fine.”

Vic headed back to the barracks. He knew he wasn’t crazy. He had heard an overpowering howl, and he knew it meant trouble.

Manhattan, Just outside Mutant Town
Rahne Sinclair, Wolfsbane

Rahne jogged though the park, when she suddenly skidded to a halt and looked around. She could have sworn she heard something..

A howling.. reverberating in the air. She tilted her head to the side and listened, but her enhanced wolf senses didn’t pick out anything unusual.

Rahne shook her head and continued on. It must have been her imagination. But still, thinking about the howl sent a shiver though her body.

Asgard
Hrimhari, the Wolf Prince

Hrimhari stood at the edge of Asgard’s enchanted forest, gazing up at the sky. A tan wolf, smaller than Hrimhari, trotted up behind him.

“Does something trouble thee, my prince?”

“Nay. Tis nothing. For but a moment I thought I sensed… something.. on Midgard.”

The young wolf laughed. “Odin or Heimdall may be able to sense events of Midgard, but even though they are descended of Fenris himself, thy do not have senses that keen.”

“Perhaps my senses are not that keen, perhaps the thing I sensed on Midgard was so powerful, it caused me to feel its presence even here in Asgard.”

“Do not tease me with such tales! I shall have nightmares for a fortnight!”

Hrimhari laughed as he returned to the forest with the young wolf. Hrimhari looked over his shoulder one last time, hoping that the presence he sensed would not be problematic.

Manhattan:
428 Greene Street
SoHo
John Jameson, Man-Wolf

The Thing turned to the Man-Wolf whose howling seemed to intensify a hundred-fold with the Scarlet Centurion’s fading act. Jameson had gone near animalistic, huddling in the corner and howling as the Scarlet Centurion had been near, but now he was calming some. He rushed over to his teammate, grabbing the morphed Jameson by the shoulders, the Man-Wolf struggling in his grip. “John!” he shouted, shaking his friend slightly, not sure what else to do. “What’s wrong, man?”

Jameson’s yowl went shrill and then abruptly died in his throat. His eyes went wide as his head jerked about tongue lolling and dripping saliva. Finally his eyes seemed to focus on Grimm.

“Ben…” he said in a wracking, snarling voice. “What…”

“You tell me, pal.” Grimm released Jameson as sanity seemed to return to the wolfen form of the once Stargod. “Thought for a minute there I was gonna have ta’ take ya ta’ the Vet.” Grimm noted that the gem had stopped flashing. Was it somehow connected to the Centurion?

The Man-Wolf’s gaze faltered as it shifted about the room again as though searching for something. He was breathing hard and Ben thought that he could almost hear the man’s heart hammering in his chest. Finally he sagged and Grimm saw that he was reverting back to human, shrinking back to normal-looking flesh and blood.

“I dunno,” Jameson said when the change had reversed, leaning against the wall. “I heard this… howling, and it was all I could do not to run out into the streets and follow it to the source. Join the pack…” Jameson took a deep breath, let it out. “Never experienced anything like it before.”

“But yer okay now? Got it under control? Yer gem was glowin’. It supposed to do that?”

“Not normally, no. Maybe it was reacting to that loud howling?”

“I didn’t hear anything. Is this something we should be concerned with?”

Jameson ran his fingers over the gem after it had stopped glowing. “No, I’m sure it’s fine. My body must still be adjusting. Maybe I’m just not fully in tune with the Star God yet.”

“Alright, if yer tellin’ me you’ve got it under control, I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and trust you.” Grimm stood and offered his hand, helping Jameson back to his feet. “You need help, lemme know. Right now we got another pound a’ fat on the fire.”

“I’m ready.”

“Thanks, Jimmy,” Grimm said puffing on his cigar, “but I got some other poor soul in mind fer this job.”

* To learn just what Ben Grimm is talking about go read Thing #7 elsewhere here at Marvel Omega!

Alaska

“I am older and more powerful that Fenrir! I am wiser and more regal than Lupa! I am more vicious than Amarok! Bow before your new goddess: Asena!”

This week had not gone as Jack Russell would have hoped. All he wanted to do was enjoy a beer and relax. Was that too much to ask? Why was his life constantly getting derailed by supernatural occurrences and insane lunatics? He should be at home right now watching the ballgame, not standing face to face with a wolf goddess who wanted to devour the sun.

“Who dares to insult me with this gathering of false wolves!?!” roared the massive female wolf, her sky blue fur rippling in the wind. “This is an affront to the name of Asena! You mortals are not worthy of the gift of the wild!”

The she-wolf tilted her head towards the night sky and howled once more.

The gathered townspeople, who have been magically transformed into pseudo werewolves, stood frozen. As the howl grew louder, they began to scream in pain. One by one, the gems embedded in their necks shattered into dust. The townspeople fell unconscious to the ground, returned to their human form.

Jack was franticly trying to come up with plan of action. He fought a Wolf Demon before, but that was more of an internal mental battle instead of a full on physical war. He’s crossed paths with Morgan Le Fay before, so this shouldn’t be too far out of his realm of experience. Of course, he did have Iron Man there to do most of the work. There was no Iron Man to help him this time. There was only..

“Dredmund! I don’t want to die out here in the middle of nowhere, so this is the part where we team up! You caused all of this, now how do we stop it?”

Dredmund had a dumbstruck expression on his face as he tried to comprehend what has just happened. For years he has been haunted by dreams of regaining godlike powers. He had devised a plan that would finally satisfy his obsession, but in the eleventh hour, it was snatched away by the meek, scared little girl who didn’t even want the gift that Dredmund had coveted.

“That power should be mine… she stole it from me!”

“Let’s not get hung up on who took who’s power. Just focus on coming up with a plan where she doesn’t kill us.”

“That power should be mine!” screamed Dredumd.

The large wolf pounced on Dredmund, pinning him against a tree with her clawed hand.

“You dare?” bellowed the great beast. “Imprudent mortal. This power is mine alone. My vessel is just that: a vessel. She does not posses my power, she is just the doorway that grants me entry into your reality.”

The wolf bared it’s fangs in Dredmund’s face. “You, foolish as you are, believed what you wanted to believe: that this ritual would grant you godlike power. If you would have translated the spell more carefully, you would have realized the ritual’s true nature was to bind me with an avatar of this world. The spell would not have worked on you, because you do not posses wolven blood in your veins. I can only be bound to a mortal with true blood of the wolf.”

All the air leaves Dredmund’s body as he realizes the power he so desperately sought could never have been his in the end, no matter what he had done.

“I walked this plane of reality with the great wolves long before man first appeared, now I am back to claim this realm as my own. All who possess the blood of the wolf will be free to control this world, after we have devoured the meek. Starting with you.”

Asena opened her jaws wide, advancing toward Dreadmund’s face. Suddenly, a large chunk of wood slammed into the she-wolf’s face. She turned, her eyes burning with rage.

“Who dares?”

“Hey bitch, nobody’s eating the sun, let alone any humans, while I’m around!”

Jack was standing there, wielding a tree trunk as a club. Asena began to grow larger, tossing Dredmund aside as she walked towards Jack. She circled around, now towering over him.

“You are not descendant from me, but you are of the wolf. You are considered one of my children in this world. Do not defy me.”

Jack looked up at Asena, who was now twenty feet tall. Jack swung the tree trunk again, but she held up her paw, smashing it into splinters as it struck her.

“I think I’m going to need a bigger stick,” mumbled Jack, as Asena reached down and lifted him up, face to face with her.

“I have only a small fraction of my true power, but it is more than enough to deal with you. Each moment that passes, more and more of my influence pours into this plane of reality. Soon I will swallow the sun and bring about an age of lunar majesty! This whole world will tremble at the might of my power!”

“I don’t know about that, but I am trembling at the might of your bad breath!”

Jack kicked the wolf goddess under the chin, snapping her head back. Asena threw Jack down onto the ground, knocking the wind out of him. Jack struggled to get up as Arena was on all fours, circling him again. Her breath came out as ragged clouds of smoke in the cold night air. Her eyes cut into Jack as she unleashed a low growl that vibrated the earth beneath his feet.

“Dredmund, if you are going to do something, now would be a good time!”

Dredmund outstretched his arms, summoning a strong gust of wind, knocking Asena away from Jack.

“In the city, my druidic magic wasn’t strong, so I relied on science. But here, the power of nature is stronger and more pure than I have ever encountered!”

As she was distracted by Dredmund, Jack ran towards Asena. He leapt off the ground, landing on her back. She tried to shake Jack off, but Dredmund increased his attack. Dredmund used wind to blow pinecones, tree branches, and other debris. Vines rose from the ground and tangled around her feet. Pillars of water crashed down from a nearby river. The earth itself quaked beneath her feet.

While Asena was fighting off the onslaught of nature, Jack was holding onto her fur for dear life. He slowly climbed his way up her back, making his way toward her throat. Asena shredded the vines and knocked away the tree debris as she steadily advanced on Dredmund.

Dredmund reached out and drew upon the power of the untarnished wilderness that surrounded him. The nature magics flowed through him as he redoubled his efforts, unleashing the full fury of the elements at the wolf goddess.

Jack was making his way toward Asena’s head, but it had become a grueling affair, as he was also a victim of the collateral damage from the assault. Jack was being clobbered by razor sharp shards of ice, large chunks of lumber, and heavy thorny vines, he was trying his best not to pass out, let alone reach his destination.

Asena had weathered Dredmund’s onslaught and was upon him. She raised her paws to bring down a killing blow, but Jack had reached her neck. Making sure he had a good grip on Asena’s fur so he didn’t fall, Jack reached out with his other hand, grabbing the gem embedded in her throat, and removing it with a mighty pull.

“No! What have you done?!?”

Jack jumped off Asena and grabbed Dredmund, carrying him away. Asena screeched with an otherworldly noise. She had a panicked expression on her face as she looked down at her paws. Blue light glowed from them, and streams of blue light flowed out from her body, flowing into the gem Jack held. Her fur changed in color from blue to gold as she shrank back to normal size. Soon, Alice had returned to her human form, laying in the snow where Asena had been standing moments before.

Dredmund looked at the gem in Jack’s hand, which was still blue instead of its original red color. “Without a human host, there was no link to our world, and Asena’s spirit returned to her own realm of existence.”

“God damn, I need a beer.”

Alice’s eyes blinked open and she saw Jack standing above her.

“You didn’t hurt me,” she said. “And you didn’t let me hurt anyone. You kept your promise. Thank you.”

“Yeah well… it sure as hell wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you that. But… you’re welcome. Now, to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

Jack laid the gem down on a stone. He picked up a large rock and smashed it down on the gem. The gem doesn’t break, but the rock cracked in half.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Jack picked up the gem and chucked it off the side of the mountain, down into a river valley. Jack looked back to see Dredmund down on his knees, gazing off into the distance.

“The wolf has forsaken me,” whispered Dredmund. “In this clumsy human form, I feel as though I am blind and deaf, my senses so dulled by human limitations.”

“Did you see what you just did?” asked Jack. “You went toe to toe with a god and you lived to tell about it. You controlled the power of the elements. You’ve got all the power you’ll ever need, just let the wolf thing go, after two failed attempts, it’s not meant to be.”

“It’s all I’ve dreamed of since I first tasted it, how can I go on now? I’m just a man!”

Jack held out his hand to Dredmund.

“There is nothing wrong with that. I’m just a man too.”

Dredmund looked up at Jack’s outstretched hand and then turned his head away.

“Leave me to my fate, Jacob Russoff. If I can’t live with the power of the wolf, I don’t want to live with the limitations of man.”

“Have it your way. Just don’t ever let me see you again. The next time we cross paths is going to be our last.”

Jack turned and started walking away. Alice trotted along after him.

“Are you just going to leave him there?” asked Alice.

“He’s either going to sit out here and freeze to death, or he’s going to come to his senses and go on with his life. It’s his choice to make, not mine. The only person who can save Dredmund… is himself.”

Epilogue One

Jack and Alice were eating lunch at a dinner in town.

“It’s creepy the way nobody remembers anything that happened.”

Jack took a bite out of his steak sandwich. “I think it’s better that way.”

“Maybe you’re right. So, I’m flying back to New York tonight. Do you want me to buy you a ticket too?”

“Well, I was planning on making a pit-stop while I was on the west coast, so I won’t be going back to New York right away.”

“Do you need me to buy you a car?”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious? You’ve already bought me new clothes and lunch.”

“It’s not a big deal. My family has a lot of money. A lot. Let me do this for you. Besides, what are you going to do? Hitchhike all the way down the coast?”

“That was my plan, yeah.”

“That’s a horrible plan, Jack! Let me buy you a car, a bus ticket, whatever you need. I owe you far more than I’ll ever be able to repay.”

“Well, I guess if you’re going to insist,” said Jack with a sly smile, “there is something you can buy me after all.”

A few hours later, Jack Russell was speeding down the highway on a new motorcycle. He didn’t want to feel like he was taking advantage of Alice, but she wouldn’t relent until he allowed her to buy him transportation. She had suggested a car, but a bike was more his style. To his credit, he didn’t buy the most expensive model on the lot, just the coolest looking one.

Jack passed by a sign that said “Los Angeles: 900 miles.”

Epilogue Two

A wolf was in the forest, digging and pawing at the ground. After several moments, it uncovered a glowing blue gem from under the snow, dirt, and leaves. The wolf picked up the gem in its mouth, then started to whimper as it slunk into the dark recesses of the forest.

Next Issue: Come back for Giant Sized Werewolf by Night #1, as Jack travels to his old home: Los Angeles. He meets some old faces you would expect, and maybe some you wouldn’t expect. Family reunions, beer and strippers, witches, lost loves, little red riding hood, exotic dancing, this one has it all.

Bark at the Moon

Want to know more about Vic Marcus, Warwolf? Check out Amazing Fantasy #41 at Marvel Omega.

Rahne Sinclair, Wolfsbane, has been in issues of Excalibur, Captain Britain, and New X-Men here at Marvel Omega.

Want to know what’s going on in Asgard? Check out Thor by Kristi L. Manchester.

How about Man-Wolf, Thing and the rest of that crew? What is going on there? Keep your eyes on The Thing by Curt Fernlund, and also check out his Tomb of Dracula.