Chapter XVIII

XVIII

Three days passed since that unexpected encounter, the slight noise of the mini Split lulls the four who were lying on the floor according to them to think about it the next meeting although the thought of one of them was somewhere else very far from there in fact in another time, in another era to be exact in 970 AD when Alf met the Lycaon brothers - Original Surname of the Makris -, from the first time he saw them he knew they were not his own despite dressing the same as them, he did not make much appreciation for them, not until a full moon night at the camp they had made on the Gallia coasts where the fiercest of their warriors were being torn apart by "things" that they could not distinguish, he himself fell face down when he saw those things face to face, wolves a little larger than normal, which became beasts on two legs thirsty for blood, eyes taken from Helheim itself, he did not know where he got the courage and faced them but knowing himself defeated he implored his gods not for help if not for being well received in Odin's hall, he did not count on his "guests" saving his life.

Dario was between him and his attacker, his eyes could not stop being amazed at how someone so "small" could hit such a huge creature so hard, desperate he crawls on his back without stopping watching the fight, he bumps into something, he looks up it is the oldest of the Greek, he can see the anger on his face, he lets out a scream of terror when he sees how the Greek tears off his skin while he stretches and his body changes entirely, he takes a few steps forward and growls loudly and clearly, making the attackers stop their actions, he growls again and they all duck their heads, he addresses one in particular, grabs him by the neck and does not let go until his head comes off his body, he throws his body and head at them, this makes the others leave the place, the Greek returns to his human form, helps the warrior navigator to stand up, who still has not gotten over his astonishment.

Ciro attends to the wounded, Elian's second brother, checks each of the attacked to know who to kill and who will undoubtedly be like them before deciding whether to kill them or not, he talks to his older brother. When dawn comes with calm spirits, it is Elian who speaks to Alf since he was in charge of the expedition, he explains everything to him, at first he is not very convinced of everything, but after a month at the next full moon he saw with his own eyes the transformation of his comrades in arms as well as how bloodthirsty they could become, so much so that most were killed that same night, in a subsequent attack by the beasts Alf was wounded who quickly realized that he would be like the Greeks at his request he was received by Elian to be entered like anyone who wishes to do so.

Elian's passion

More than a hundred years of that and a war without quarter between the Scandinavians and the Christians supported by the Roman army were being defeated, that last battle was the decisive one, but there are still many nights until the full moon the Völur magical women had the idea of using magic on the few werewolves to defend themselves (the pack was not very large at most twelve members) Elián who was helping his Nordic friends is told about the plan of the Völur, after much meditation he accepts the departure of the old women, and even in it he uses magic, the Völur placed wolf skins on the werewolves, they performed their spell and made although the sun shone, they could transform what they did not count on was that the wearers of the skins would lose all consciousness of their humanity, they attacked both their own and strangers, Cyrus being the one who killed the majority only those who could remove the wolf skin, they mastered that technique which they used for many years, especially when they were at war, but on one occasion when they misused it by exterminating a small Arab population, an agreement was reached to never use it again, all the "magic" skins were burned, prohibiting the practice, a pact of honor was made forever, with the passage of time this knowledge was forgotten, or at least that was believed.

Now more than a thousand years later they reappear to exterminate the other werewolves. Why? What for? To what end? And most importantly, who? Alf's Alpha, who was also a Völur, was in charge of investigating if there were any of them supporting that bloody cause. If so, who would be so foolish as to challenge Englar? Alf's Alpha, especially the Alpha himself, that was synonymous with death not only for "her" but also for all her offspring. The world has changed a lot in more than two thousand years while she does her investigations in Europe.

In Vicam Miri he met with Matuz to try to help his people and avoid further bloodshed, although it is not the same magic, magic is magic, right?

Finally, the cool of the mini split ended up lulling the four of them to sleep as if no problem plagued them, when the reality was different, especially Elián, who had the responsibility of preserving the life of his pack, even though they had been separated for years. After all, he transformed most of them and it is his father's responsibility to take care of his children, isn't it? Or can a father leave his offspring defenseless? The aroma of food was what woke the four of them up. The first to arrive at the kitchen was Alf. The four of them arrive at the kitchen table, each one of them immersed in their thoughts. All four of them jump when her cell phone rings. Coming back to reality, she leaves the place to answer it. When she ends the call, Elián waits for an explanation.

- That?

—I don't want you to have a relationship with Fernando. Is that too much to ask?