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crossbow to defend himself with a silver bladed knife. Fenris,

seriously wounded, feeling that the arrows lodged in his body

gradually killed, fought with murderous rage, trying to tear the

throat of the man who, so long after, returning from

martirizarlo past and destroy what he loved most. Wolf Claws

dug into the man's body on more than one occasion, but also

achieved silver dagger sinking into the hairy body of Fenris,

shaking with pain much more intense and excruciating than it is

believed capable of supporting.

Slightly parted and observed each other, panting.

- Not lost faculties, Hunter said Fenris.

- You, however, are no longer the same as before the Hunter growled.

Now you're more beast than elf.

Fenris smiled darkly.

- That's not true, 'he said. How many speakers had seen wolves

before?

The Hunter launched a war cry, and Fenris, a bark of anger, and

two collided again. A ray released by the magician a little beyond

lit up the sky and landed on the nearby trees, setting them on fire,

but neither paid attention to that fact. No Fenris

Hunter forgotten how he had relentlessly pursued that

rainy night. Meanwhile, his opponent could not help but remember that

lanky elf that had mocked him twice, and that the

second had humiliated.

The right claw tore Fenris Hunter's chest, producing

a deep wound. But this drove his silver knife in his side.

Fenris let out a yelp, and the two parted again. The

elf-wolf knew he was mortally wounded, but the wounds of the Hunter

also were deep and not replenished them.

- I knew this would happen, Hunter elf said. It was our destiny

meet again. He knew he would die killing you.

- Then why did you come? Fenris gasped.

The Hunter smiled.

- Because I wanted you dead.

Fenris growled, showing all his teeth.

- Do not give him the satisfaction.

He tried to move towards him, but the legs trembled and fell.

The lethal effect of silver on its body it was tearing by

inside.

- You are dead, elf. Say goodbye to life.

Fenris saw Ronna fallen body on the corner of my eye and knew that

could not die, not now, nor there, much less that way.

He gritted his teeth.

- Never.

With his last strength, jumped on him and threw him to the ground. Its

memory reminded him of Ronna falling to the ground from his back,

crushed by the arrow. The man had not only killed, but

also prevented him from going to her. The beast demanded to be released, and Fenris,

gladly relinquished control of his wolf body.

He was vaguely aware, between pain and rage, that their

teeth tore the flesh of the Hunter. When he felt his heart

stopped beating, repressed barely beast and stepped back.

Slowly, back to reality. Hunter lay dead on the floor, in

a pool of blood. Fenris, depressed, could not help thinking that all his

life had been an accumulation of blood, death, pain and sorrow. Feeling

that life is extinguished within his being, as he crawled to the

Ronna body and lay beside her. He managed to pull out the knife that

Hunter had nailed to the side and instantly recognized him: it was the

silver dagger from his father.

He smiled bitterly. He himself had buried that dagger next to

Novan body, but it seemed clear that the Huntsman, following his trail,

had found the tomb and had dug, trying to figure out,

surely, if the body buried in it belonged to the elf who was

tracking.

They went to his memory Novan words "... the dagger

someday kill you, "he had said. "How right he" thought Fenris.

"And Fenlog, when he announced he had an appointment today with my destiny.

But he was not my destination, but the Hunter, and this dagger has written

my birth and my death. "

Around him, the werewolves and the people of his clan had

managed to beat the mercenaries, at the cost of heavy casualties. Fire

death, blood and desolation. "It's the story of my life," thought Fenris.

"I've the misfortune wherever I go. Surely I deserve to die. " Even

beast was so exhausted and dejected seemed not rebel against these

bitter thoughts. With his last breath, Fenris howled at the full moon.

Howled by Ronna, by Novan, for Log, Shi-Mae and probably

also for the Hunter.

After he dropped beside the body of Ronna and closed his eyes. Felt

it still pounding the breath of life, but had no strength to

up again and try to save her. Novan's voice was

ringing in his mind, but was increasingly unintelligible. Fenris took

a bit to realize that what I was remembering were the

words of a spell. Almost without realizing it, while his memory

kept remembering obsessively spell that he had heard

ever pronounce his mouth began to repeat the words, praying

for a miracle that would save the lives of Ronna.

Then the pain flooded his whole being and Fenris lost consciousness.

And transformed into elf woke and looked around, disoriented.

Rua was healing the wounds with poultices of herbs.

- What happened?

- We beat the old woman smiled.

In a clearing in a grove of conifers which had met

left of the Wolf. Pale, tired, hungry and injured in

many cases, members of the clan showed in their faces one

expression calm and relieved. It had been hard, but it was over now and

were ready to start a new life. Fenris found among them

some of Fenlog werewolves, almost all very young.

- The blessing of the first they have been removed to warn Rua said his

gaze, but they have repented of what they did and have asked

will accept them back into the clan.

- And what have you done?

Rua shrugged.

- I accept you, right?

Fenris smiled, but quickly became serious again. He hesitated before

daring to ask:

- And Ronna? Are you ...?

- No. It has survived, and now sleeps.

Fenris was so relieved that it was not able to say anything.

- It was a very strange-Rua went on, 'because she and

you you had mortal wounds, but when we got to your cries were

almost closed, and the body of my daughter was expelled, by itself, the arrow

who had gone through. The first blessing hath protected.

Fenris smiled, wondering if that was the reason why yet

were alive. He could not forget that even if they had accepted the

tribe, he was not actually related to them.

- I want to see said.

He got up and had to lean against the trunk of a tree, because

Still weak. Limping, followed Rua to the other end

the clearing. There, lying on the ground, Ronna lay covered by a

fur cloak. Fenris leaned next to her and stroked her hair. The woman

opened his eyes, he saw it and smiled.

- Hello, 'he said softly. How are you?

- You saved my life, she said quietly.

- It was not me ...

- Yes, it was you. I was dying, I felt I was going to

not return, but then you came and set me up the hand, and I

brought ... back.

- It was only a dream.

- It was-I looked at him. Really, are you ... Fenris, the

First?

- You know I do not. But now rests, Ronna.

She smiled and closed her eyes again. Fenris looked at her. The face of

Ronna still looked very beautiful, but even he could not ignore

footprint that suffering and sorrow had left behind along

recent years. And at that moment he knew what he was

hacer.Acarició her hair again, got up and ran the makeshift

camp. Rasloc, with a bulky bandage around his head and

leaning on a branch that served as a cane, was pacing

to another, trying to bring order to the place. "It will be a good leader," thought

Fenris, smiling proudly. One brave boy had been for him

like the younger brother I never had, I knew him since I was

a baby, but I knew that it was now time to let

flew alone.

By late afternoon, came back to Ronna, but she slept and

decided he did not want to wake her. Carefully deposited silver dagger

beside her.

- If this dagger has to kill me someday, Ronna, I want you to keep

you whispered. And I want you to be happy with a man who can live

life with you and heal the wounds of your heart.

He sat up, smiling tenderly, but with a glint of sadness in

look.

- Farewell, dear Ronna murmured. I'll never forget, but

also swear that I will not love a human female.

Because it had been too painful for her, she thought. Because

Ronna had given him all his life, while for him the relationship

had happened in a flash.

And it was not fair. They had put in play the same things. Ronna will

had devoted his youth and he had not even been able to give the

family she wanted.

"But there's still time, Ronna" thought.

He got up and walked toward the depths of the forest. Nobody

paid attention because everyone had something to do. 'Better', he told

Fenris. "That will make it easier."

When they had gone into the woods, he heard a voice from

backs.

- You walk away, right?

He turned. It was Rua.

- How do you know?

- Because I know you love my daughter. And you leave to give you a

chance at happiness. Do you think is right?

- It's not what I want Fenris confessed, 'but I know that's what I

do.

The old woman nodded gravely.

- Legend has it that he said then, in times of need,

Fenris came and saved us from the wolves. And then he left without saying goodbye, but

gave us his blessing and we twinned with animals before

had been our enemies. Remember the story, boy?

- That was long ago.

- But history repeats itself. Within a few

generations, the Wolf People remember your name and become

a legend.

Fenris nodded and smiled ruefully, but said nothing.

Rua then handed him something.

- Here. It was that man. I do not know what it is, but maybe it means something

for you.

Fenris took it. It was a scroll.

- Maybe. Thank you very much, Rua.

- Bon Voyage, Fenris. And the wolves howl for you when the moon

full.

The old woman disappeared into the dark forest. Fenris was saved

the parchment without looking and went on.

He did not stop until he was far away. Ronna and suspected

Rasloc would come looking for him and did not want to meet them;

above all, never wanted to look at Ronna's eyes, because he knew that,

if he did, it would not be able to leave again.

One night he judged he could afford a fire and relax

a few hours. Then, sitting by the campfire, unrolled

the scroll and glanced at it.

Hunter was the contract. The paper was old and worn,

but the shield River House was still there, and also clearly read

description had to kill werewolf, a young elf eyes

amber and copper-colored hair, whose name was An-Kris of

Robles, or Ankris the South Pass.

Fenris took a deep breath and felt a lump in my throat.

The firm had printed at the bottom of the scroll was not to

Shi-Mae, but that of his father, the Duke River.

Smiling, Fenris brought the document to the fire and let it

devouring flames. And while that last link to her past

disappeared into the fire, the elf-wolf raised his head, looked at the stars

and howled.

I did not know if howling at the moon, the stars or waiting had

someone somewhere who could hear and understand, but he knew

that if he was still alive after all, it was because he had not yet

found the answers he sought and destiny awaited him in another

part, perhaps far away, for, perhaps, reveal the secret and the reason

of its existence.

Epilogue

- NEVER COME BACK TO HAPPEN ME -concluded Fenris.

- What? Asked the man in the gray robe, as if waking

of a dream.

- That of my rational mind to awaken the full moon.

I do not know how I did the night he died Fenlog, but he has not

happen. Two