LRAB Chapter 10: Wolf Cub: Is this normal?
Chapter 10: Wolf Cub: Is this normal?
However, such behavior seemed rather strange to outsiders.
Sam looked at Lucas with a strange expression.
For some reason, this younger brother, who was a few years younger than him, gave him a strange feeling of facing a bad guy.
"We don't have any stories to tell you."
Dean Winchester stepped between the two, forcefully interrupting Lucas's desire to continue the conversation.
Since his mother was tragically killed by a demon, Dean was treated like a "little adult" by his father John when he was 4 years old, taking care of the baby Sam.
In a sense.
Dean is more like Sam's guardian.
Compared to the still naive Sam, Dean was clearly more shrewd and immediately saw through Lucas's "ill intentions".
Lucas shrugged, his expression calm.
He wouldn't bother arguing with a kid who lost his mother at a young age.
"Lucas, these are cookies Mom baked. She's sharing them with everyone."
Martha came over halfway through and handed Lucas a vintage tin box with a smile.
Inside are freshly baked cookies, still steaming hot.
In addition to the classic chocolate flavor, there are also oatmeal and peanut cookie flavors.
"It smells so good!"
No matter how mature he appears on the surface, Dean is still essentially a child at heart, especially in the absence of old John.
After holding out for a few minutes, I couldn't resist coming closer.
Clark was the first to come over. Superman was already happily eating, and while he ate, he didn't forget to share with Shelby, who was lying next to him.
Looking at Dean, Lucas shook the cookies inside the tin box and said in a tempting tone:
"Now you can tell me your story."
Actually, the story isn't very interesting.
His main goal was to become a familiar face to the public.
After all, these two brothers are truly ruthless.
After slaying monsters, they slayed demons; after slaying demons, they slayed angels; and finally, they even dared to slay God…
Even though it relies on rules and is still done by ordinary people, tell me, isn't that ruthless?
Starting with past experiences is undoubtedly the simplest and most direct approach.
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Old John walked straight toward the Potter family's farm.
The surrounding air was damp and slightly chilly.
He wrapped his denim jacket tighter around himself, then took the short-barreled shotgun from his hand and gripped it firmly.
The leather soles of the shoes sank heavily on the fallen leaves, making a soft, crunching sound.
Less than twenty meters from Porter's Farm, old John caught a strange smell in the cold, damp air.
The pungent smell of blood was mixed with an unmistakable wolf stench, dull and chilling, carrying the oppressive feeling unique to lurking predators.
His extensive experience allowed him to immediately recognize it:
The intruder at the Potter's house is a fully grown female werewolf!
An ordinary werewolf with mottled bloodlines.
During the full moon, it transforms into a werewolf, becoming extremely out of control and bloodthirsty.
They are a very dangerous monster.
They possess strength and speed far exceeding those of ordinary people.
They also have an extremely strong sense of smell, able to detect the scent of prey within a range of several miles.
In addition, werewolves have an amazing ability to recover; as long as the wound is not deep, it can heal in a short time.
However, they also have fatal weaknesses.
That is, they are afraid of silver.
As luck would have it, his short-barreled shotgun was loaded with bullets made of pure silver.
But old John was not in a hurry.
He knew that as a qualified hunter, one must maintain sufficient patience when hunting prey, even if one knows the opponent's weaknesses.
This is the key to a successful hunt.
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I had just eaten half of the cookies in the tin box when several muffled, sharp gunshots, accompanied by the furious roar of a wild beast, suddenly shattered the silence.
A moment later, there was a burst of gunfire that sounded like drums.
Jonathan and the others arrived.
It started with a grand and imposing presence, which was quite intimidating.
Then, Lucas heard someone desperately calling for their mother...
Martha, who was cooking, had a worried look on her face.
That wolf howl was so terrifying that even inside the house, she felt her heart suddenly stop.
After a while,
With a heart-wrenching, unwilling scream, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from the opposite direction of the horizon.
Old John is indeed Old John; he still handles low-level monsters like werewolves with ease.
Lucas couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
But the next moment, he suddenly heard a strange cry.
It was very weak, several miles from the farm, already within the limit of what "super hearing" could reach.
The faint sound was like the sound an animal makes when it is just born.
Lucas had a sudden idea and, taking advantage of everyone's inattention, secretly slipped out.
On the muddy, churning dirt road, Lucas was very fast. At just over four years old, he was already on par with professional sprinters, and had even greater endurance, able to run continuously for more than an hour at full speed.
Amidst the splashing mud and water, he quickly arrived at the source of the sound.
The faint whimpering sound suddenly became as clear as a speaker at full power.
Almost instantly, he found his target.
Deep inside a huge rocky cave, lay a young beast covered in short brown fur.
The moment he saw Lucas, a low, hoarse roar immediately escaped his throat, his scarlet pupils filled with savagery and cruelty.
It was obvious that if it weren't for the fact that it was just born, the other party would have charged straight at Lucas and crushed his bones as he stepped in...
Wolf cubs?
Lucas had a strange expression.
The reason for uncertainty is
The main reason is that the other person looks very different from the wolf cubs in my impression.
Aside from its sharper claws and teeth, its wolf face looked like a fusion of human and beast, making it particularly eerie.
And in that instant when Lucas was distracted...
The wolf cub with its fangs bared suddenly arched its back, pushed off the ground with its limbs, and pounced.
But Lucas seemed to have sensed it all along.
Without moving, he delivered a powerful punch precisely to the other person's outstretched head.
A dull thud of bones cracking rang out instantly.
The wolf cub's eyes immediately became clear...
[Successfully killed the werewolf cub!]
[Achievement: Kill a total of 100 monsters.]
[Reward: Gain the trait - Survival of the fittest.]
[Current kill count: 1/100.]
"A werewolf... cub?"
Lucas's attention lingered on that for less than three seconds before he shifted his focus directly to the newly acquired trait.
His face was instantly filled with joy.
This feature looks pretty impressive.
Just one hundred monsters...
It should be relatively easy to collect them, since the cubs also count.
Not to mention that characters from Supernatural have all come to DC, so the number of monsters will only increase, not decrease.
Just in case,
Lucas found a rock and smashed the werewolf cub beyond recognition. He then took it out of the cave and "buried" it in a deserted ravine.
After finishing everything, Lucas stood for a few minutes in the rain that had intensified again.
"Shouldn't we have destroyed all the traces?"
He muttered something to himself.
Only then did he return home.
Jonathan and Old John haven't returned yet, and Dean looks preoccupied.
As for Sam, he's playing with Clark.
However, the former's expression was clearly a bit off.