He felt them. I felt people approaching him. They were already near, somewhere here in the swamp of his mother, the Goddess of this forest.

He was brought here by Ages, his new now young wading spouse wolf. She said to wait here and everything will happen by itself when he feels people. The nature of his new body will make itself felt. And now they were close and went straight to him, and he was getting ready to taste their blood and flesh. It was necessary to complete the ritual. The ritual of a young forest wolf. So told them their common forest mother. She was with her daughter Agella recently and promised to return him to her and the forest father.

He is now a young werewolf and a wolf. He is the owner of this swamp farm. He Ferle must get today himself what he will finally do what he should now become. But only myself. He must start his personal hunt. Hunt for people in this forest among the swamps and he is ready for it. He is preparing for this hunt. Hunting under the supervision of their two young wives and the forest mother of the Goddess. This forest is his today.

Through the cramps of pain, he sees two wolf shadows standing not far from birch trees and pines. They are waiting for him and will follow him and accompany him, blessing for today's bloody murder.

And here he turns into a wolf again. In the swamp eerie monster. Writhing from intolerable pain among hummocks and marsh grass, under the chirping of forest birds and the croaking of frogs.

Terrible cramps and pain. One hellish pain replaces another. And all this is continuous and intolerable. When even the spine lengthens and the entire human body changes, when the ribs and other bones break, all up to a shaggy wolf's short tail. When the human skull itself is modified, and the face itself is covered with wolf hair. Are cut through the gums, wolf's skull already wolf fangs and teeth. When the eyes turn from human to completely different, and you see the world in front of you in a different light and in a different light spectrum. When your ears in the new pointed hairy wolf ears hears any short and quiet sounds far around. Every rustle to the outskirts of the swamp. When through human nails on those already wiry-clad now animal hands, similar to the hands of some demon, long, curved claws emerge, and the legs are complemented by another pair of joints and become wolfish and also with curved sharp claws.

And a voice. The voice changes, and at first you do not say a word until the body is completely restructured. Only the roar of pain and roar and howl. Wild howl to the moon over you. On the invisible moon in the mist over you thick white fog. Somewhere up there in the morning sky after the torrential rain over the coniferous and leafy crowns of marsh trees.

She is somewhere there and he feels her, like those who came to him here. He walked along a swamp forest path, hiding in his swamp, the swamp of his forest mother.

He already smells a very delicious human blood and the smell of bodies wet from rain and sweat by the wolf nose. Those three walking now to him through the swamp. Almost impassable swamp, subject only to the legs of a werewolf.

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A shadow darted. From one tree to another. This is a werewolf wolf on the trail of his victim. The huge figure of a predatory creepy beast in a white as milk thick among the trees fog rushed to those who walked through the swamp to its farm.

They were not so far ahead of her. In front of that terrible hairy gray shadow. They managed to pass almost past her before the man on a small island overgrown with marsh grass turned into a terrible werewolf wolf.

They heard somewhere behind him a wild, terrible howl.Turning their heads in fear, these three men in military German field uniforms were already at the high wicker fence when the beast attacked them.

This wild, enormous beast struck the rear of his head with the clawed hairy paw of commander-in-chief Günther Kogel, slashing instantly

with one blow it in the unshaven stubble of the right cheek and discarding and dropping it to the side. Kogel flew two meters and fell into a large coastal swamp puddle and lost consciousness. Walter was no longer in his hand. It fell out and also flew off to the side in the grass high from the rain and disappeared there.

His assistant and adjutant Yergen Valtraube only managed to turn like a wolf's long, conical and thick fangs into the huge mouth of a werewolf pierced his still young twenty-nine year old German neck. They tore it apart, closing itself in a ferocious huge reeling with a wolf sharp ears of an animal head of a huge head pressed to the hunting.

Yergen managed to scream, but here, he wheezed with a broken throat, firing his rifle past his target and, dropping it, he fell at the feet of the frantic beast that stood in front of the policeman Dryka.

He huddled in a wild convulsion, thrusting his arms and legs bleeding and choking, and the beast put one of his legs on him, pinning Yergen to the damp earth after the rain.

There was a wild wolfish bestial roar all over the Wolf Farm.

It was the voice of Ferol, hungry for human blood.

Ferol grabbed and Dryku followed his shoulders, clasping huge fingers and sticking his crooked sharp claws of wiry strong animal hands into his shoulders on his black police overcoat. He leaned toward him with a bloodied wolf mouth and looked into frightened and gripped eyes of indescribable horror. Almost at close range, breathing fetid fresh human blood spilled in the mouth. Directly into it, pressed to the wicker fence Wolf farm.

- Not! - shouted Dryka - No! For help! Mistress! You promised! Not! - he shouted at the whole farm and twitched in the dead grip of a wild looking werewolf with yellow eyes glittering in the morning foggy dawn of a werewolf wolf - You promised me!

Dryk turned his head to the left, seeing with his lateral gaze, goggled wide-eyed from the orbits, his master. She is

she was standing near some other girl whom he had never seen before. She stood and looked absolutely indifferent and cool, just like her very young neighbor, how a werewolf the wolf shares with him. Their eyes glowed with a yellow, bloodthirsty light.

- Lady! You promised me salvation for the service! - the policeman Draka again yelled - You promised me life for these two of you!

At that moment, the hands of the wild, enormous hairy gray paw of the beast, grasping the Dryk by its leather wide belt, lifted him in front of him. Taking off from the ground near the fence. And, raising high, planted with monstrous force. Right ass. On the ground protruding from the clay wet after the rain propping fence. One of the many pointed at the very beginning is narrow and long as a rod count.

Draka only managed to cry out loudly and hung obliquely, sitting with his legs dangling on a wicker fence. He clutched convulsively with his hands on the bars of the fence, trying to get off the fence, but the stake went deep into his ass, tearing his police intestines. And the wolf's hands tore up his black police overcoat. Looking into his face, red with unbearable pain, and his eyes, goggled in one place and his jaws squeezed in shock, stabbed forward, a huge beast plunged both his clawed hands into his chest and turned his ribs out. Dryka convulsed on the fence. He dropped his head in a cap in a cap. To yourself, to the chest torn with the ribs turned outward, the head of the policeman and the jacket of the jacket with the torn claws of the policeman’s jacket and the jacket.

Strangely enough, but he was still alive and, in shock, he could no longer scream or moan. He just screamed loudly and lost consciousness. He did not even notice the shock of shock and pain as he went to another world, nailed by a fence and paws of a werewolf wolf. His heart was pulled out of his chest and all the entrails were turned out.The beast swallowed his heart pulled out of the chest. And then he raised, holding also Kogel’s adjutant, Yergen Valtaube, and pressing it to the fence, tore his entire face with his fangs ... Read more →