A new city. He had to get away from England, far away from Carlisle to not relive the memories there. However, despite this desire, he did not seem to succeed...
The Wolf Pack was growing. Every day there seemed to be new ones, yet none of them seemed inexperienced, and many were hungery for power and destruction. Carlisle was a peaceful town, usually, but at night, stay away from the outskirts. Unfortunatly for Will, his family owned a small rand/farm on the outskirts of Carlisle. Chickens, Horses, Cows were raised there, and each night, animals were missing. It wasn't long before the Were-wolves were opening themselves up to the public, letting themselves be known, but no one knew what to do. The fox hunts of old were brought back, and traps were set all around the city. Many wolves were brought down, but in the end, the Wolves would find out who specifically in the city was in charge of setting the traps, and were taking care of the wolves. It was Will's family, and their home would be assaulted en masse. The family was slaughtered, not infected. Daniel managed to escape, as was Will's demand. And Will fought off the Wolves to the best of his ability.
He was a Druid once... As his brother still was, but since the infection, since his change, he did not focus on his Druidic powers. After some time, he would come to the conclusion that his Druidic powers helped him involuntarily, and that he managed to cope with the change easier because of it, but he wouldn't devote himself to it's study for a while. But, then the visions came.
Will sat in that park, on a bench, with his head tilted back. He was completly relaxed, completly still. His eyes were shut, but he could see the world around him. The world that no one else saw. It was like a dream state, where clouds of purple and blue haze drifted around him in the night air, and in that haze, the shapes of wolves and people drifted around him. What were they, who were they. He didn't know, but it had been long since he tried rejecting them, and now just passively accepted their presence, and would listen, waiting to see what they wanted.
He eventually found out that they were spirits of wolves passed. The Lukoi spirits, they called themselves; the Munin. He had no clue how to converse with them, since he shunned the wolf inside him since his change. He hated wolves, for what they did, and most of all, he hated the idea of pack mentality and organization. He did not wish to join a pack, despite his growing understanding of wolves. He didn't want to run the risk of turning into a ravenous monster bent on death and destruction. Despite all of that, he wanted to understand. He wanted to know how to converse with the spirits.... So he could tell them to get the fuck away from him.
Eventually, his eyes would open, and that world of dreams and visions would melt away. He'd tilt his head, and glance around the park he sat in. He'd heave a sigh.
"Not even movin' to America gets rid of the damn wolves in my head..."
