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someone.

However, he did not forget the Hunter Ankris. Just in case back,

decided that it would find unarmed, and was made his own net.

One morning I saw carving Novan arrows with silver dagger and

stared at him.

- Silver-said, as if spitting. Why are you wearing that top? Not

a good material to work with wood, is too soft. Not

mention the fact that it is mortal for you under your other form. Y. .. I

aspen ... is not that the thing that drove the Hunter in the belly?

- Yes, but I nailed it. This dagger is mine.

- You stabbed yourself the then?

Smiling, Ankris told the story of the dagger. A brightness of interest

looked into the eyes of the sorcerer.

- Let me see.

When he touched the knife, all he shuddered visibly, and when

looked up, the elf thought he saw a flash of deep hatred in his

look. But it was only a moment, because then laughed some

sarcasm.

- It's funny. Yes, it's funny.

Ankris looked as if seeing it for the first time and shook his head.

- Much grace, self-repeated and still chuckling, stood up and

went back into the cabin.

The elf did not ask him what he found so amusing. I was

becoming accustomed to their mood swings.

And so, over time, the young elf-wolf began to feel serene and

except for the first time in many years. Every night of the full moon

Novan out and hunting with others, the transformation was becoming

less painful, and now beginning to regret not being able to metamorphose

whenever I wanted, as did the magician. He was very proud of

itself because, after all, your rational mind was cornering

the beast in a dark recess of his consciousness, because it could be a wolf

hunter, but would not be a murderer.

Or at least that's what I thought until one night when the moon

full, something happened.

Following Novan and wolves of his pack, came to a

way. Ankris wondered where they were, he was sure that

lived far from any inhabited place. But the magician turned to

him with bright eyes and Ankris knew he was planning something.

- Take these two and wait here in the bushes he said.

When I give the signal, attack.

Ankris nodded. Barked a couple of times and two of the wolves in the pack,

one male and one female, followed him into the bushes.

Not take long to hear the howl of Novan, with a bark of

joy, Ankris jumped in the road and the wolves followed.

But what came running was not a deer, or a deer, nor

a moose.

He was a man.

Ankris stood still for a moment. He was a pastor who ran

terrified, stumbling, trying to escape from wolves pursuing him

relentlessly. Ankris wanted to stop, tell them to let him go;

but the man was wounded, and the smell of blood went wild wolf

lurked inside.

"Enough!" Wanted to scream, but a muffled growl came from his throat and

before he knew it, the beast took control ...

Like so many other nights ... admitted Ankris, terrified, as his

wolf body jumped on the pastor. Like so many other nights when

had been driven by his lust for blood, thinking it was something

Natural and controlled at all times the situation. And realized that

was not so, that the beast cornered the elf during slaughter, and that

it made no difference between a moose and a man.

Ankris screamed and struggled to master the wolf, but it was useless. And as

fixed his teeth in the body of the pastor, he heard laughter behind him dry

Novan, who watched the scene satisfied.

The next day Ankris withdrew into a sullen silence. Novan not

tried to start a conversation. In the afternoon, the elf could take no more and

snapped:

- You should have stopped.

- Why? You've killed before. I do not mean to animals.

- I did not willingly. It was not me, was the beast.

Novan nodded to him and looked into his eyes.

- The beast and you are one. Is that what you learn.

Furthermore, the animals you kill without remorse. What makes you think

that a human is better than a moose, or an elf is better than a

deer?

- Of course they are!

- No, puppy, are not. You're an elf-wolf and wolves are those who

I agree, no elves or humans. Why do you insist on protecting

so much hate?

Ankris opened his mouth to respond, but found no words.

- They do not feel any love for your life, added elf mage

quietly. I'm telling you from experience. Look.

He took off the shirt he was wearing and showed her full torso

scars.

- Most did to me when I was still

hard to be a human like everyone else, when I wanted to

accept me, when screaming for help. And this was the response of the

humans. Imagine what it must have been the shock when, despite the

great capacity to regenerate my body werewolf, let me

these marks. Could have made them disappear with my magic, but the

keep in my body not to forget my hatred towards them. You see those

scars appear acid burns? They would not leave and with all

the world's healing spells. Weapons were produced by

silver.

Ankris nodded gravely. The same had two similar, one in the

shoulder and once in the abdomen.

- Do you know Novan mused, 'but I prefer to hunt rather than be

hunted. Yourself to the idea, elf, you're not like the others and never

will be. Those humans who try to protect not deserve your

compassion. And do not feel inferior to them, because you're not. The contrary.

You have a power that puts you above mere mortals. Use it;

do not repress.

Ankris quivered then repaired a disfiguring scar

Novan's back, between the shoulder blades.

- That almost killed me growled the sorcerer, warning her gaze. But ...

nevertheless ... I overcame.

- You ... killed?

Novan turned to him and stared at him with a strange expression

in the face.

- No. It was much better than that, believe me. Then do not know, but

now I know how far you got my revenge.

Ankris looked at him blankly, but in his mind were stirred

veils deepest memory.

For fear of the beast, the next full moon would spend locked

at home.

But it was an agony. He heard the call of the full moon, the howling of

the other wolves, and felt that he would die of despair if not out of that

cabin. By now he no longer cared if it was the elf or wolf which

choked in there, because I felt that the two were one. Y,

when Novan entered the hut at dawn, with a smile

sly on the lips, to release him from his magical prison, to Ankris longer

It seemed a werewolf murderer, but the brother who came to the rescue of

a horrible and painful confinement.

That was how the elf and the beast became one. Ankris and Novan is

became the scourge of the region, and the elf-wolf and had no qualms about

get nagged human victims when hunger. And when the

chased through the woods, the mountains or the roads, remember how

the hunter had chased him to bring him down as vermin. And no

felt remorse, but a deep and unforgiving contempt for

human race. Sometimes, when it was more clear, you

hated himself for having become a murderer, but a part of

yes he said that the world had not left him no choice. At the end of the day,

was significant enough that a werewolf murderer was the only person

he understood and accepted it as it was. "Because I am like him"

often thought, "and as I try I can not escape my

destiny. " Sometimes, however, wanted to shed a river of tears

each person who murdered, but had long since forgotten

what it meant to mourn.

Novan watched all this and smiled to himself. The beast had expired.

However, a full moon night something changed forever

Ankris believed immovable destination.

The young elf wandered through the forest under his wolf form, the other

howling pack members from the mountains, warning that

had found a group of goats clueless, but doubted Ankris

about whether to go or not to meet. Pretty soon, they had lost sight of

Novan and did not know whether to go look for it, wait there or go to

call of the other wolves.

I had almost decided to join the rest of the pack when

Novan appeared. Dragging a heavy pack behind him, and his eyes shone

satisfaction. He dropped the bundle before Ankris and said:

- Look what I brought for dinner. It's cool. Breathe yet.

Ankris smiled to find that it was a girl.

- Where did you get it? He growled, delighted.

- He had run away from home to go hunting crickets. How innocent,

Huh?

Ankris was chanting his friend's laughter when he saw the face of the

child and recognized him in the dark. It was that same girl that was

months, he had been transformed at dawn, in the cave.

- What is it? Novan asked pouting. Do not have entered

scruples again, right?

- Lord ... Then the girl whispered.

Ankris looked down and saw that she was staring at him,

pleading, his eyes filled with tears. Also she had

recognized.

- Lord ... He repeated. Help me, please. Save me.

Donovan gave him a blow and threw it back. The girl fell on the

grass with a shout.

- What are you waiting? Novan cried. Finish her!

The girl was bleeding from his temple, and the smell of blood was crazy to

beast. But the elf could not forget the words of the girl.

She had called him "sir."

He had treated her like a person, he, who was a murderer, that

was now transformed into a wolf. "What you have seen in me?" He

said. "How did you know it was me? '.

- Kill it! Novan yelled again.

Ankris hesitated. I was hungry because I had not eaten yet that

night. The wolf growled inside and tried to take control over their

body to pounce on its prey.

But she had not spoken to the beast, but to be rational

had seen crouching in his eyes. That meant that the elf still

was inside the wolf, somewhere, even though the full moon

shone in the sky, even though the dam was bleeding and hunger nagged

the predator.

And, if the elf was still there ... meant that the beast had not expired

yet. Understanding this, for the first time in a while your hand

rational tried to rise again and confront the wolf.

There was a brief and intense struggle and for a distressing and

eternal seconds, Ankris thought his fate was sealed. An

sigh, walked toward the girl.

- That's it! Novan whispered.

But Ankris stood between him and the girl, looked into his eyes and growled

threateningly.

- What does this mean?

- To this girl, not Ankris said. You'll have to kill me first.

- Wow, the puppy has made me picky 'said the wizard with a

dangerous smile.

- There are other prey-Ankris said. Let go of this.

Novan said nothing. She stood before him jumped up and looked him in the eyes.

His face was so close wolfish of Ankris that this could feel his

breath on her face.

- It is not that, puppy whispered menacingly. I

be impertinent. You do not want to challenge the leader of the pack.

- I have not replied Ankris, but at that moment he realized

yes, that was what it was. I you bring to me. I will decide what

do with it.

- You're a hungry wolf and pretend to pass up. That will

becomes a bad hunter, and I'm not interested in guys like you

in my pack. Endanger us all. Do I make myself clear? So

to turn from it, puppy ... or regret.

Novan eyes showed grim and menacing brilliance, and Ankris

knew he was serious. A part of him hesitated. What else was a girl

more, after all he had done? Was he going to fight for it with

Novan, his best friend? Would he risk being expelled from the herd

it was now all that was left?

The beast was about to take control again. Ankris hesitated.

He looked at Novan and was reflected in his eyes, a wolf face

glare. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. I knew, deep down,

I was doing something I did not want to do. And something inside told

which, if not face-planted at the time, the opportunity never again

to appear. Her body of the girl behind him, inert but still warm,

and fought with all his might against the instinct of the beast. He raised his head

and stood proudly.

- No, Novan. You will be the leader of the pack, but I have yet to make my own decisions.

Novan growled, baring