Eye of the wolf..

Untitled Part 3

He awoke the following morning completely naked and feeling warm. He tried to get to his feet but stopped because every bone in his body yelled in protest. His head snapped up as a scratching sound caught his attention. He looked around until he found the source.

Two spiders were mating or fighting or whatever spiders do on a good day.

He looked around as the memories from the previous night came back in bits and pieces.

He groaned as he tried to get up again and his body yelled in protest again, but he refused to be let down by his own body. He picked his way through the woods; subconsciously aware he was naked.

He picked his way gingerly through the trees, peeped out through the edge of the wood and dashed all the way to his cabin which sat a few meters away. He absently heard a child scream as it saw him. He crashed through the door, rested behind it and tried to regain his strength only then did it hit him.

The house was everybody's nightmare. It looked like a page right out of a horror comic book. The table was upturned, the kitchen door rested by its hinges, the buckets in the bathroom completely broken. The mirror in the bathroom was punched in like somebody had punched it in anger.

A million thoughts ran through his mind in a matter of seconds.

Had he done this? Did someone else come into his house? Was his house bugled when he was not home?

He could have believed someone else came to his house later that night, but he vividly remembered tearing through the kitchen door himself and the table and other things jumping off the way as he crashed through them on his way out.

And how had he gone out? He remembered tearing out of the house on all fours panting and he had golden vision. He saw things in heat signatures.

He shook his head as he bent down his head and picked up a fallen book. The memories of the previous night would return to him later or sooner but tonight, he had to try what happened out again.

Did you see that wolf last night?" Jasper, a bulky man with slightly glowing eyes asked the group in front of him. 'I am pretty sure I have not seen anything like it before in my life'

A loud murmur of agreement ran through the audience as his words took effect.

You're correct. Its not something you see everyday. It is called a demon wolf' an old scrawny man chewing a piece of dried meat said in a voice unexpected of a man his size.

Jasper looked on with a brow raised indicating to the man to continue.

When the first werewolves came into being, that was how they were. You know, if a man makes another werewolf, that wolf becomes one of a lesser power, ability, size, strength other things compared to its sire. Over the centuries, that chain of power is what has made us into our current state.'

So, if I understand you well, what you are saying is that that thing we saw last night is one of the initial werewolves?

Nope. Not all wolves are immortal so, that might not be. That must have been created not very long ago.'

What you are saying is that it was made on purpose?'

If the conditions are correct, yes. But then you must be old enough to know them all, even I don't. There is only one person old enough...' the man's voice trailed off, 'there is no way....'

Well if you are not going to tell us—'Jasper was cut off by a single howl that tore through the fabric of the night, 'wait, a wolf transformation? The full moon was yesterday! I thought that ability was reserved only for people of my family!'

Well, last I checked, none of your family members was a fully-fledged demon wolf.'

Well last I checked, my family is the most powerful wolf family in these lands and I am Alpha!' he said in a voice that echoed through the corridors of the mansion as he turned on his heel and made his way out of the house.

Two of you, go with him." The man said to the audience. 'He would need somebody to bring home his body.'

You mean.......'

Yeah, he would die.' The man smiled showing off a beautiful collection of two teeth.