389 CCCLXXXIX. Hold Him Still (1/2)

Just as Egill held out a hand at the beast, believing that Sander was alive and conscious, the wolf pounced on him, trying to bite his arm.

Egill dodged the blow and fell to the ground, hastily beginning to crawl backwards, dragging himself on his elbows when Kjell punched the wolf in the face, who stood motionless, moving his head backwards.

”What... what the fuck is happening to you... S... Sander?! Did... did you become like those monsters?!” he exclaimed, terrified, positioning himself in front of Egill and the other soldiers to serve as a human shield.

The correspondences between that beast-man and the Master Of Defense were too many: his hair was the same color as Sander's hair and under his snout, a small braid of the beard was closed by the same golden ring.

The most glaring evidence that he had turned into a werewolf was the fact that the beast had a severed leg, bandaged exactly as Egill had done just before with his colleague and his wounds, at the same points of the body.

”Get away! His transformation was caused by the bite of one of the wolves that reduced near death! It must be some kind of skill of their Clan...” Dag exclaimed, attracting the attention of his companions and that of the wolf, who despite having just been hit by Kjell, did not react violently, maintaining a surprising composure.

”It can't be! I too have been bitten, as have you and Gridd! Look at us! None of us turned into a wolf! Kjell said, his fists clenched in front of him, fighting with his bare hands.

”It's true, but none of us have suffered so many injuries! I don't know how it works, but maybe not all wolves are able to cause this transformation! Get away from him, it's not in himself, I notice it from the smell he emanates!” Dag replied, avoiding screaming after noticing that one of the wolf's ears was pointed at him, moving slightly after every word that came out of his mouth.

Without objecting for a second, after the last bad experience, Kjell immediately backtracked, moving with him also Master Egill, who had not yet managed to realize what was going on.

The mighty beast-man began to smell the food, regardless of all the people around him, who looked at him in fear, ready to flee the house.

He stretched out his arm toward the embers and grabbed a piece of salmon, burning his hand.

”Groooargh!” he roared when his paw burned on contact with the burning stone plate, knocking the fish to the ground.

Lowering down, he picked up the piece of salmon and swallowed it in a single bite, licking his still traumatized claw.

Meanwhile, Dag felt something touch his leg and turned to look.

Thalos, under the instructions of Freydis, held his belt between his teeth, and without making any suspicious noise he had managed to bring it to him.

Dag grabbed it and tied it around his waist, slowly detaching the hammer from the magnet.