It had been almost two years, but Ronni O'Maile had still not returned to Marcus Petrus' island in Cornwall. He didn't blame him for his misfortune, much less the sweet Linda Lopes.

Thinking of her brought a smile to his lips, his face became a little more "human".

He was a Scotsman, 6'1", with long hair, almost wild from lack of trimming. He was pure muscle, which was to be expected of a former special forces marine who kept his body in shape.

In the past, he had always been an easy-smiling and friendly man, but in the last two years, he had become a different person. He was always alone and the captivating smile had become cynical and cold.

He had no fixed address. He stayed a short time at one address and soon moved to another city or even country. He only fulfilled the oath he made that night looking at the full moon: to eliminate as many wolves as he could. It was a private war he imposed on himself when he did not have the opportunity to finish off the filthy wolf, Luiz Callado.

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with the tip of his shoes. It was a vice acquired in these last two years. If Linda saw him now, she would certainly pull his ears.

He had been thinking about her a lot in recent weeks, perhaps it was longing for his time, when he still had a little humanity...

He walked along the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets, oblivious to the darkness and dangers of the early morning that a normal person might encounter. He was not a normal person, he was a soulless one, a werewolf.

This thought made him smile wryly. He remembered a wolf he met a few months ago. The lycan called him the "avenging wolf." He did not eliminate that old wolf; he did not kill werewolves who had their human side.

Ronni became a werewolf killer, but he only killed those who were animals like Callado, an idiot who transformed him with a bite while defending his sweet Linda...

Marcus Petrus, his great friend and a werewolf by curse, taught him everything he knew about the life of a lycan.

Lost in his thoughts, he was passing near a deserted and dark alley when he smelled fear. His instincts put him on alert, for attack or defense.

In the darkness of the alley, he could hear the sound of fabric tearing, feet shuffling, heavy breathing.

With his sharpened vision, he calmly entered the darkness.

Three men were intimidating a woman, he noticed the torn blouse and the bag on the ground.

"I think this fight is uneven." Ronni spoke almost with a snarl, sometimes his wolf submerged without being called, he liked a good fight.

"Go back where you came from, old man."

Ronni looked at the owner of that voice and craned his neck, trying to contain the wolf. He looked at the woman who, while having a pleading look, let the fear of her blood-red eyes show, which, because of her wolf wanting to come out, probably shone in the darkness.

Those imbecile idiots were going to violate a woman... pregnant! He smelled the child. His wolf was furious, asking to come out, but Ronni had control over his beast.

He was armed, but he wouldn't waste a silver bullet on those humans who were worse than animals.

He turned his back as if to leave:

"You brats, don't you know who you're talking to? Let the girl go and I promise I'll let you get out of here alive."

The three men looked at each other and, with knives in hand, surrounded Ronni.

"Girl, you better grab your things and run. Save your life and your child's." Ronni spoke as he prepared himself.

The woman was stunned, at first she hadn't told anyone about her pregnancy, but she didn't think twice, grabbed her bag and ran towards the light.

Ronni turned his attention back to his opponents, looking at them with disdain:

"I believe that, since you are still here, you have not accepted my advice."

The first attacked without warning, Ronni forcefully grabbed the enemy's wrist, making him drop the knife, with a single blow, with his elbow he hit the unfortunate's chin, knocking the man unconscious. The other two attacked at the same time. With a victorious smile, Ronni just waited with red eyes and the wolf wanting to help.

He saw when his opponents were startled, but he was merciless. He violently punched the nearest one, breaking his nose. Then, he grabbed the other's fist, intercepting a blow and twisted it in a way that he heard the bones crack.

He grabbed each one by the collar of his shirt and lifted them up, one in each hand:

"Look at me!" he ordered with a snarl. "If you ever dare to raise your voice or hands to a woman, remember this day."

He fixed his blood-red eyes on the two of them and let them see his canines and large fangs growing. He howled loudly into the dark night and hurled them violently against the wall.

He left the darkness of the alley, walking calmly towards the small inn. It was time to change cities. There were no more werewolves of interest to him there.

Maybe he would go to Cornwall to visit Linda... two years away from friends, away from humanity, was too long even for him.

On full moon nights, he did not chain himself in a dark basement like his friend Marcus. Ronni looked for an isolated place and simply plunged into the woods and let his wolf run free. He realized that even in the form of his wolf, he remained rational, but he knew that being free away from people was better on the nights when the moon commanded his animal spirit.

He breathed, thinking about what he would do next, as he unlocked the door of his rented room he locked the door behind him, took off his jacket and hung it on the back of the chair, there was blood on the sleeves...

He picked up the jacket again and went to the bathroom sink and washed it as best he could, then put it on the back of the chair to dry.

He took the gun from his waist, leaving it next to the bed, on a small piece of furniture. He was tired but needed the relief of a woman.

He could hear the cheerful music coming from a small brothel near the inn. Maybe one or two women would accept the payment...

He sighed resignedly, women had to be like that, paid. He no longer had time for love conquests.

There he was being pessimistic!

He took a shower, maybe the woman he paid for would be worth it and he could even get a few kisses.

The hall was permeated with the smell of tobacco and alcohol. The dim light of the environment highlighted the stage, which had lights directed at it, where a woman was giving her sensual performance.

Ronni knew his presence drew the attention of the opposite sex. Amidst pot-bellied, aged, and drunk customers, he stood out for his good shape and youth. After all, even at almost 40, his body was in order.

He went to the counter, where the bartender soon took his order. With the glass of whiskey in his hands, he stood in front of the stage, lazily watching the performance of a beautiful, curvy blonde.

"Yes, this is what I needed," Ronni thought, already full of lewd thoughts. But he wasn't in the mood for conversation, he just wanted to relieve the tension. He went to another counter, where a madam was on standby.

"I want a room and two experienced escorts. That are"clean.

"You know the value will be charged double." the woman raised her eyebrow, looking him up and down, only then speaking through the smoke of her own cigarette. "Do you want the service?"

"I don't care, I just want them to be fiery and clean tonight." he left some notes on the counter. "I'll go up, I'll trust your ability to choose."

The woman's eyes widened at the sight of the money and she soon handed him the key to the best room.

"Room seven. They'll arrive in 10 minutes." and she gave a big smile, thinking about which of the girls she would call for the service, it was a great luck to sleep with a man like that.

Ronni didn't waste time with thanks or the key and went up, stopping at the top of the stairs to observe the hall. Look what he's become: a payer of favors. He continued to climb, laughing at his own misfortune. Before, he was a man sought after by society women, now he had to settle for professionals, he had no time for conquests.

He unlocked the door and inspected the room. It was a good room, the bed was big, mirrors on the wall and a beautiful bathtub in the background…

He turned on the sound and let a calm melody take over the environment. He put his empty glass on the sideboard and served himself another dose. He took off his shirt, leaving it on the chair next to him. He went to the window and looked at the street, everything calm.

He inhaled the air, cheap perfume. He turned to the door, which was soon opened and two women in tiny clothes entered, making it clear their astonishment that the occupant of the room was young.

Ronni turned the glass, gulping down all the drink and leaving it on the sideboard, took some condoms from his pocket, leaving them next to the glass.

They even tried to talk, but Ronni signaled for them to be silent. He hadn't had the pleasure of flesh for days and needed to satisfy himself to quell his hunger.

The moon was close and he wouldn't want to hurt any woman.

He locked the door and before he reached the bed, one of them wrapped herself around his neck and kissed him, while massaging his member over the fabric of his pants. Ronni noticed that the other turned off the light, letting only the moonlight enter through the window, lying naked on the bed, waiting for him.

Ronni almost growled, but managed to hold his wolf, there was no place for him there, only for the man, who without waiting any longer, took off his pants, letting the two come to taste his member.

That's what he needed! To satisfy his hunger urgently.

He didn't stay for long, only for an hour in the room with the two women, but he left completely satisfied. He fucked in every imaginable way. He smiled as he remembered that his wolf almost "escaped" while he was penetrating the blonde from behind…

He took another cigarette... damned addiction.

He went down the stairs slowly while smoking his cigarette and watching the crowded hall.

His attention fell on a young woman with black, curly hair. A waitress.

He felt something strange when he saw her, he could smell her from where he was, it penetrated his nostrils making his wolf growl.

Her smell was soft, pure like a child's. He stood there watching and could see that those drunk men also noticed her and it bothered him.

He didn't understand what he felt. It was something different... it didn't make sense, since he had just left two women sleeping upstairs after he reached his pleasure four times, even startling him. Now he looked at that girl with desire, maybe it was the moon...

He stayed there for a while, watching the hall and finishing his drink. The night was already late and yet there were many men in the place. He needed to rest, but his eyes insisted on landing again on that girl, who was now serving a table with six very drunk men. He could feel her discomfort.

When one of them groped her buttocks over her jeans, she slapped him.

Out of pure instinct, Ronni approached the table like a predator, his instincts flared up and seeing that one of the men stood up while the other held the girl's wrist, he couldn't contain himself anymore.

He held the man's wrist tightly until he felt the bone crack under his fingers and the horror sprout on the assaulter's face.

"I believe the girl doesn't want to be touched." he spoke in a guttural voice.

He didn't get an answer, nor did he expect it. The waitress had a grateful, but at the same time fearful look.

Realizing the movement of the man who was standing, Ronni just headbutted the possible aggressor in the forehead, who fell staggering. The other occupants of the table stood up but he just pressed the man's wrist harder.

"Stop you idiots! He's breaking my bones!" ordered the man, in a groan of pain.

"I hope you have learned how a woman should be treated." Ronni growled, releasing the man's wrist, while he saw the waitress being taken to the back of the hall by the security guard of the "house."

Ronni walked away calmly, lighting another cigarette. The girl would now be protected by the security guards of the "house."

As he quietly left the house of favors, heading towards the inn, he noticed that the day was already dawning and looked at the sky thoughtfully. It was time to change cities. His work there was done, it was time to leave London. His research in the newspapers indicated a possible location where he would find some wolves, Ireland and Cornwall... maybe he could visit his friends when he went there. He went to his room, throwing himself on the bed, exhaustion overcame him.

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The sun had not yet risen on the horizon and Ronni was already getting out of the taxi at the London airport. He was going to Ireland, his research sent him there, indications that some wolves were killing in that location.

He had been idle for a long time, without action. He needed to practice, it was as if he had a license to kill every perverted and power-contaminated animal, like Callado, who felt entitled to have Linda by force and distribute bites, contaminating innocent people, including him.

That day did not leave his mind, he was bitten trying to defend his friend, so he decided to eliminate all this contaminated species that he found along the way, without mercy.

Ronni was precise in his attacks, his wolf was trained, he was from the special forces and it should serve for something in this mission he imposed on himself.

The airport was crowded, he walked fast, without looking to the sides, after all his sense of smell was pure and he smelled danger in advance. He smiled sideways thinking about how he had become a machine.

At that moment someone collides with him head-on, his carry-on luggage goes to the floor, as well as the small and delicate body.

He was going to keep going, but his late mother's education did not allow it. He extended his hand to help that woman get up. When she raised her face, removing the black and curly hair from the way with her long fingers and looked with an exasperated look.

"Forgive me, miss." Ronni tried to be friendly, but when he looked into those black eyes as dark as the night, his heart raced and the smell of innocence filled his nostrils.

But the girl did not give me the opportunity. She got up without his help and picked up her belongings quickly.

"Watch where you're going! I'm going to miss my flight."

She started walking as fast as her legs would allow, towards the sign indicating Cornwall.

And what legs!

They were not long, but they were well-shaped and as she walked hurried, her dress that went to her knees, swayed from side to side, allowing Ronni to have a beautiful view of the back of her female thighs, making him wish that a wind would blow and lift the fabric a little more so that he could admire those beautiful buttocks.

It was only when she disappeared from his sight that he realized that his carry-on luggage was still on the floor and he was standing like a fool in the middle of the hall.

Shaking his head to try to get rid of that odor that seemed familiar to him, he gathered his things and returned to his path, he had a rabid dog to eliminate in Ireland.

Just that thought was enough for him to proceed. Being a lycan made him a lonely man, but with each evil being he eliminated, it was as if he was reborn.

Eliminating these scum, these inferior beings were his goal, even having few exceptions, sometimes he let a wolf or another live. After all, not all were contaminated by fury. Ronni could see this over those almost two years in which he had transformed for the first time. Old Julius was right, with the transformation, the character and disposition of an individual were maintained.

When he settled in his armchair, he closed his eyes, he did not want to talk to the passenger next to him who had a strong smell of sweat and seemed nervous. He wanted peace during the flight and to plan his steps when he arrived in Ireland.

He did not know how long he would live like this, he had no close relatives and killing was what he knew how to do best.

He received a good income from the investments he made with his inheritance and the fixed payment he received from the government for work done in the battlefield gave him a good life, with this he decided to occupy his days eliminating all the bad wolves he found along the way.

He suppressed a smile when he remembered the last time he was with Linda and Marcus, she had said that "there were better things in the world to do instead of risking your life hunting bad wolves." But that's what he did literally and liked it, the danger of the hunt.

Before becoming a lycan, he was a good soldier, he was agile despite his size, he had strength and thought fast, but never without calculating his movements, he was always a lethal soldier. Now, he felt much better his wolf was voracious and implacable. With a sharp sense of smell and excellent vision, he still had his instincts that became more flared.

Upon disembarking, he aligned his neck and drew in the air... it was clean, with no dog smell.

When he left the airport, he went straight to a boarding house in the outskirts of the small port, he knew that his target frequented the port area, probably lived or worked there.

He noticed the curious look of the taxi driver who was looking at him through the rearview mirror. Ronni pulled his cap further forward, so that it covered his face. He did not like to leave traces, so he made his payments in cash. He did not use checks or cards, so he would not be tracked if something went wrong.

Even causing shock wherever he went, because in the 90s, he still used cash as a form of payment.

He was bothered by the driver's insistence who throughout the journey cast curious glances at him. But he did not smell fear or danger, perhaps it was just curiosity that he preferred a boarding house so far from the center.