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.
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