George Life

George's life wasn't going smoothly for him, the other soldiers were fond of calling him names, labeling him as a traitor's son.

George tried to ignore the taunts and teasing, but it was hard. He had always been proud of his family, but now he didn't know how to feel, and he felt like an outcast. All he wished for was his brother, Daniel. Whenever he woke up in the soldier's quarter, he would happily run to the window to check if Daniel was coming to rescue him, but to his disappointment, it was always the same.

'Daniel has probably forgotten about me and moved on with life. That's better for him,’ George would convince himself.

The other soldiers would whisper to each other when he walked by, their eyes filled with suspicion and distrust. Some even accused him of killing his mother, and this made George's anger boil over, but he tried to keep his cool. He knew that reacting would only make things worse.

Luckily for him, their trainers didn't care about his past and they treated everyone equally. George was just twelve years old, yet he was experiencing what a twenty-five-year-old man had never experienced. On many occasions, the boys in his age group would try to molest and touch him, but the senior officers always rescued him. He had tried to defend himself many times, but it always ended in tears. He knew that the king, Lazarus, hated gays. All his life, he had spent at home, his father never allowed him to go out. He didn't know how to protect himself or how to survive on his own, this is why people preferred to bully him.

“Look at that gay boy, he is looking at my body!” Samuel, the guy who always tried to harass him yelled and burst into tears.

They were in the bathroom, taking a shower because the commander-in-chief of the royal army, Lord Aaron would be around. George could swear on his mother's grave that he didn't look at Samuel. He concentrated on the knife mark his fellow age mate inflicted on his body when he refused to allow them to touch his penis.

Samuel lied because George had threatened to report him to the authorities for molesting a little girl. No one cared to listen to George's side of the story, and before he could explain, the senior officers bundled him up like a criminal and took him to the punishment center. He was starved of food and water, and the officers naked him and flogged him with an iron rod. In the night, when everyone had gone to sleep, one of the officers, a man in his late fifties, broke into the prison, naked and horny.

“Oh boy, you are so cute,” Lamda, the fifty-five-year-old man whispered into his ears, his voice filled with lust.

Lamda was right. Daniel was referred to as the king of handsomeness, while George was called the cute prince. Looking at both of them, you'll easily figure out that they are brothers because they look alike.
George was not a werewolf, he was a human, but not a normal human either. He had some abilities of a werewolf, for example, he could run faster than his peers, and he could see clearly at night. Also, he didn't look like a twelve-year-old boy, he looked like a sixteen-year-old teenager.

“Officer Lambda, what is going on? Did I do something wrong?” George cried out, his voice filled with fear, when Lamda walked slowly towards him, his eyes filled with sexual drive.

Lambda's eyes gleamed with lust as he approached George. "Oh, boy, you're so cute. I just can't resist you," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice.

George trembled with fear, trying to back away, but his hands were tied to the wall. He knew he had to think fast, or he would be in grave danger. He felt weak, tired and exhausted.

"Officer Lambda, please," George begged, trying to reason with him. "I'm just a boy. I'm not supposed to be treated like this."

"You're not just any boy, George. You're the son of a traitor. You're lucky I'm even interested in you." Lambda sneered, his face twisted with desire.

George knew he had to act fast. He remembered the training he received from his brother Daniel, when he returned. With a surge of adrenaline, George used all his strength to break free from his chain. He couldn't explain how he did it, maybe it was because the chain was made with plastic, or because he had wolf's blood in his body, he just can't explain it.

Lambda was taken aback, surprised by George's sudden movement. George took advantage of the momentary distraction to land a kick on Lambda's stomach.

The officer doubled over in pain, giving George just enough time to escape. He ran as fast as he could. Thankfully, all the guards on duty were asleep, and no one noticed him. He didn't stop until he reached his quarters. The house master, was an old man, and he had seen the way George was being maltreated, without asking any questions, he opened the door for him, offering him a assuring smile.

Breathless and shaken, George collapsed onto his bed, his heart racing with fear. He knew he had to be careful; Lambda would not forget what happened, and George would have to face the consequences.

But for now, he was safe, and that's all that mattered. George closed his eyes, trying to calm down, but his mind was racing with thoughts of his brother Daniel. Where was he? Why hadn't he come to rescue him yet? Is his thoughts true? Has Daniel moved on with life? Was he trapped as a outcast forever?

‘But, is Daniel still alive? Is he doing okay? His he eating well? Does he have a place to spend the night like me? Does he have at least crumbs to eat like me? I hope he has fairing better.

George's eyes welled up with tears as he thought about his situation. He was just a twelve-year-old boy, forced to endure the harsh realities of the world. But he knew he couldn't give up. He had to keep fighting, no matter what. He had to see his brother, he had to kiss his tears away. Also, he had to visit his mother's graveyard with Daniel by his side.

George tried to sleep, but throughout the night he kept having nightmares about his brother getting butchered in an abattoir, and he cried out his heart.

The next morning, George was awaken up by loud noises.

“Bring that gay boy out, and let him face the wrath of Lord Aaron!” He heard people chanting, and he jumped up in alarm. He was supposed to be scared, but his body relaxed at the mention of ‘Aaron’.

‘Is he the Aaron of my dreams?’ George wondered.