On the morning following the attack on the Vanatori house, Victor lies unconscious on the riverbank. Suddenly, he wakes up in panic, shouting for Draco. He looks around frantically.
“Where am I?
Where’s my brother?”
Suddenly, his arm begins to ache. He looks down and sees the bite—the wound left by the werewolf.
The pain is intense, but Victor forces himself to stand.
“I have to find Draco and go back home. Maybe my father has already defeated the man in black armor and is with Draco. Either way, I need to get back to them.”
Victor walks until he finds a road.
“I think this road leads to the village of Raskov. If I keep going, I’ll be home soon.”
He continues walking for some time, but the pain in his arm grows worse and worse. Suddenly, his senses fade, and he collapses.
Some time later, Victor wakes up again. He realizes he is tied to a tree.
Then a voice says,
“Well, well… looks like Snow White has finally woken up!”
“Yeah,” another voice laughs. “I thought I’d have to give you a kiss, hahaha!”
Victor sees two suspicious-looking men standing in front of him.
“What do you want?” Victor snaps. “Untie me right now.”
“We’re thieves,” one of them says.
“And we want money. With that pretty face of yours, you must be the son of some noble.”
“Take us to your house,” the other adds. “We’ll charge your father a high price for your head.”
Victor smirks mockingly.
“No way in hell I’m taking you to my house.”
“Then we’ll torture you until you change your mind.”
The thieves pull out knives and slowly approach Victor. Suddenly, the moon rises on the horizon.
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Victor screams in agony as his eyes begin to glow bright blue.
His transformation begins—bones cracking, his face warping and reshaping. The two thieves are frozen in terror before turning and running for their lives.
Now fully transformed, Victor charges after them. He tears them apart.
Victor remains conscious, but he cannot control himself. As he kills the thieves, he screams inside his own mind, begging himself to stop.
He wanders through the forest for the rest of the night. When the sun finally sets, he returns to his human form.
Naked and covered in blood, Victor collapses in a field full of flowers and begins to cry.
After some time, he stands up.
“I still need to know if Draco is okay.”
He starts walking again. After a while, he reaches a spot near his former home. He hears voices talking—one of them familiar.
Victor decides to observe from afar.
He sees Draco playing with Salazar.
“…Thank goodness,” Victor thinks. “Draco is safe.”
“But who is that old man with him?
And what happened to my house? Where is Dad?”
“I don’t know what happened… I only know I can’t stay near Draco like this. I might end up hurting him.”
“That old man seems to be taking care of him… but I need to know his intentions.”
After some time, Salazar says,
“Draco, I’m going to the cabin to get us more food.”
Victor follows Salazar to the cabin.
Salazar enters—and Victor steps inside right after him.
Salazar was waiting.
“Well, well,” Salazar says calmly. “So it was you watching us from the shadows.”
Victor replies,
“How did you know? …It doesn’t matter. I want to know what you want with my brother.”
“Ah,” Salazar says. “So you must be Victor. Draco and I were waiting for either you or your father to appear.”
“I have no intention of harming your brother. In fact, I’ve been taking care of him until one of you returned.”
“Now that you’re here,” Salazar adds, “something is wrong with you, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Victor admits. “I became a werewolf. I can’t stay close to Draco. That’s why I wanted to know your intentions.”
“I have a request. I want you to take care of my brother for me.”
Salazar strokes his beard.
“A werewolf, huh… complicated. My answer is yes—I’ll take care of your brother.”
“But don’t think your problem has no solution. I’ve never heard of a cure, but I do know of a tribe that lives in the forests of Turani, on the continent of Luphanna.”
“They are werewolves who can control their transformations and their minds freely. They are no longer slaves to the moon.”
“Maybe they can help you.”
Victor’s eyes widen.
“Really? So there is a way to control it… Then I’ll go to that tribe.”
“But I have one more request.”
“Go on,” Salazar says.
“I don’t want Draco to know what happened to me. I don’t want him coming after me. Can you keep it a secret that I’m alive?”
Salazar sighs softly.
“You know your brother is suffering a lot because of all this… but I understand your reasons.”
“I’ll keep your secret, and I’ll protect your brother. You have my word.”
“Thanks, old man,” Victor says. “Then I’ll be on my way.”
“Wait,” Salazar says. “Don’t you think you should put some clothes on first?”
Victor blushes.
“…Wow. You’re right. I totally forgot I’m naked.”
Salazar chuckles.
“I’ve got some clothes that should fit you. Here.”
Victor gets dressed and walks toward the door.
“One last thing, old man,” Victor says coldly.
“If I ever find out you laid a finger on my brother to hurt him… I’ll kill you.”
