Episode 1

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.

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