Tobiah sighed heavily. "What else could happen? Arguments, deeper conflicts, and more fighting. The two of them, once the closest of friends, comrades who fought side by side in rebellion, eventually turned their blades on each other.

"Fenrir demanded that Arcturus lead the Highland Tribe to join him in conquering and ruling the world, but Arcturus thought he was being foolish and refused. Fenrir hung around our tribe for a while but got nothing out of it. Eventually, he lost control and attacked Arcturus.

"But at that point, Fenrir was incredibly weak from the curse, and his body had mutated. He was neither man nor monster, so how could he possibly match our ancestor? Fenrir was being beaten down, and in his furious roars of refusal to accept defeat, the full moon rose that night, and he transformed. He became a 26-foot-tall progenitor werewolf and easily leveled our homes."

He continued, "Arcturus couldn't bear to hurt him and kept trying to talk him down. But Fenrir had lost his