Chapter XIX

He arrives home, honks the horn several times, gets out of the car, no one comes to help, he opens the doors and drags the Greek inside, calls Loke for help, but he never answers, he calls his daughter, she's not there either, completely forgets about the Greek, looks for his phone to call his daughter, luckily two messages "we're at grandpa's house", "Loke is taking care of us". He taps his forehead with his cell phone.

—Calm down, breathe, count to ten, one times ten, ten! …with one whore, with two whores… WITH A THOUSAND WHORES! What do I do? —she sees the Greek, swallows thickly, laughs nervously—. I have to do something, I can't lose you.

He shrugs, throws the Greek onto his back, starts walking unsteadily, holding on wherever he can, reaches the door that leads to the basement, curses because the door is locked and is heavy, metal, tries to gently get the Greek off his back, but a dry sound tells him it wasn't like that, shrugs, opens it, carries the Greek again and reaches the table there he drops him, she complains of body aches, sits down to catch her breath. She looks up and sees Elián and a shiver runs through her body, gasps, slaps her thighs, jumps to her feet, thankful she's unconscious.

And there she goes again to carry him to the bathroom straight to the shower, anyway, she had to clean him, he had already lost a lot of blood, a little more wouldn't be noticeable at least that's what she thinks, she cleans him up on the way back to the table, she sees the wounds on his sides that won't stop bleeding, so she plugs them with whatever she has on hand, she calls Darío on the phone, but he never answers.

• If I don't do something, he's going to die... What do I do? —he sees the Greek's pallor—. Listen carefully, you can't die.

He puts on his wireless headphones, dials a number, and when he finally answers, he feels his soul return to his body.

• Sotelo, are you very busy?
• No, I'm at…'s house
• I need your help right now. Tell me how much your silence is worth.
• One million dollars.
• Done! You'll have them in cash tomorrow, so now listen to this forty-five-year-old male patient with a stab wound to the abdomen, from the right iliac fossa to the left hypochondrium.
• How deep? — pale at what he hears.
• My whole hand fits.
• Give me the location, I'm coming there.

—At Dario Makris's house.

It's six in the morning, the sun already illuminating the city. Sitting in the kitchen, having not slept, she drinks a well-deserved cup of coffee, waiting for Darío while processing everything that had happened to her since she met her best friend's older brother, which led her to the following question: Is that why Emilia started researching everything she could about wolves? She knew and didn't say anything; she'd settle accounts with her later; was that also why Elián told her he was a different man? "No, yes," she answered herself, and she starts typing "wolves" on her cell phone. She begins to read to herself "myths and legends of werewolves."

Elian's passion

From ancient times to the present day the legend of the werewolf has accompanied us, although some legends tell of the transformation from man to wolf, others of a mutant species, in all cases it is described as a bloodthirsty beast. She was going to start reading in depth, when in the backyard two lycanthropes fall from the sky, she drops her cell phone, goes to meet them when she sees them change she puts her hands on her waist as if demanding something, Alf walks away limping, Darío stands before her without knowing what to say, finally he was going to speak, but she silences him by placing her index finger on his lips.

—Your brother is in the basement, go with him. — Saying that, he goes to the basement, she with Alf.

• I'd better go down to the basement to re-sew.
• Yes, ma'am.

—Just Secu, here we go.

After the Nordic man cleans up, he goes down to the basement where she was helping Darío, patiently waiting his turn while sending messages. Hours pass, and he lets the three rest. While she's watching the television, Alf arrives with her and sits next to her.

—I have many questions and I want answers.

—My lady, I will do what I can.

—Well, tell me about what's happening.

—I don't know if he's the right one.

• Indicated or I don't want answers and I want them now.

"Let me answer, Alf. Please take care of my brother." He sits down next to her, offering his left hand, hoping she'll accept.

Secundina takes Darío's hand.

• I'm all ears, my Dario.
• My Secu Don't you fear me or my brother?
• No, somehow I trust them more - he caresses his right cheek, the Greek closes his eyes and sighs in relief.

Two days later, Elian opens his eyes and looks at the ceiling, not recognizing the place. It was the pain in his sides that made him react. He tries to sit up, but the pain doesn't let him move. He doesn't scream, but he does complain. He looks around, not knowing what or who he was just looking for. Again, he tries to sit down, and this time he does scream, but out of frustration, he lies down again and closes his eyes, unable to sleep. The door opens and two people come out. They weren't Calix and Denes. Elian suddenly opens his eyes and sees the two of them looking at him. Again, he tries to get up, but the pain suddenly brings him back to bed and he falls asleep.

A week later Secundina was bathing him in bed and he started to complain, she finished bathing him and changing him quickly, called Darío on the phone, by the time the younger one came down he was already sitting, trying to organize his ideas and thoughts, he raised his head and smiled when he saw his younger brother.

• "There are advantages to being immortal, right?" Elián says jokingly.