The fog began to slowly and slowly dissipate and melt before our eyes. He directly began to settle in the swamp itself, carried away downhill into its liquid by swamp grass overgrown with swamp grass.

At this point, Ferol caught up with his potential victim.

A powerful stab in the back knocked down Colonel Gunter Kogel with trembling and walking legs. He fell bloodied face in the swamp slush and was immediately seized by the belt by someone very strong.

The werewolf wolf held him with his clawed strong hairy arm, clasping his torso and pressing him to the side. He carried Kogel through the swamp in a direction known only to him. He carried Kogel to the ancient divine tree of this swamp forest.

He was still dragging the German Günther Kogel he caught alive through the entire swamp to the ancient tree. Literally grabbed across the body under his strong animal hairy hand. He dragged him to his new mother. The goddess of this swamp forest. Like a toy, he threw the German he caught right on the protruding thick, gnarled roots of an ancient trunk. He shmuknulsya to the ground, and he crawled from his werewolf backwards, waving his hands and talking in his German.

In the eyes of a potential victim, there was nothing but fear and horror.

The German back leaned against the old, gnarled with a thick bark trunk of a marsh tree and rose to trembling legs.

At this time, two were the same to the werewolf wolf as he was a wolf. They were howling and snarling and baring their long fangs, their teeth were looking at the one who had recently been a German commander in the occupied infantry unit in Sněžnice.

Kogel, without stooping, was babbling loudly in German. Probably begged for mercy.

Ferol stood across from him in all of his brutal and enormous growth of a werewolf wolf. He, silently, unlike wolves, looked at his victim and waited for the decision of her fate from his forest Goddess Mother. I waited for her order to complete the ritual. This victim was her victim. Ferol dedicated the sacrifice of his new Mother and the Forest Father to the wolf.

Suddenly, the waves and mud bubbles all around the bog tree. Right among its thick curves of roots going deep into the swamp. And at the same moment a black ghostly shadow was separated from the tree. The shadow passed through the most trembling Kogel. It was the shadow of a huge wolf.

The shadow in her eyes took on a lively, tangible form, and it even seemed like weight. She wolf-footed on the swampy slush and walked straight in the direction of Ferol.

Two snarling she-wolves standing behind Ferol fell silent and bowed down their heads in submission.

- My dear Agez! - the voice of the shadow rang out loud - Finally you have found a husband for yourself! Yourselves and your young daughter! Finally, a new pack will be born! In this forest and before my eyes! This will be a new pack! - the shadow came close to Ferol and sniffed it all, bypassing the werewolf standing in the whole brutal huge growth of a wolf.

- You chose a husband Ages for a long time! - again cast a shadow - For myself and for my daughter! And so I helped you my daughter! He is your husband and my son now, like all of you many! My Fare! My converted new owner of this forest! It's all yours now! - the shadow stopped in front of her facing Ferol. She began to pull up and turned into a silhouette of a woman. Young too, as well as Ages and Aghella women, acquiring the living final outlines of a lively female figure.

She, yes it was she. The one that called him then to herself. The one that stood in a tattered night long patterned shirt in front of her forest children.Almost naked, in front of them, and they surrounded her and that tree. His brothers and sisters of this swamp forest. And he saw her. Her mother. It was her. Fare fell before her on his knees and pressed his already naked human body to the woman's legs, looking at her with the enchanted gaze of his glittering yellow light and clasping her bare legs with human hands.

A shadow stretched out her hand and with a brush of thin fingers of a woman's hand touched the head of a young marsh wolf. She ran her hand over his human young face, and tenderly looked at Ferol in the same yellow glowing eye color.

- You are now at home, my son - she already quietly told him, caressing the oval of his young human face with her female tender hand - You are now at home. You are equal to us, as we are to you. You entered our world from the very sky. You are sent to us by the fate itself. The only one addressed.

Behind the swamp wolf there were now two naked female figures. Dissolving long hair on a naked beautiful female body, on the breasts and back along its entire length, they stood behind the hair of Ferrol. They looked at the now-lord and master of the forest with the brilliant yellow eyes of she-wolves. On the one whom they chose as husbands their Forest Mother herself. For the sake of the continuation of the wolf kind. For the sake of fresh blood.

- Agez! - said the Forest Goddess already loudly, looking at the naked elder of the two with loose dark blond long hair standing in front of her wolf woman - He is yours now! Your husband! And your daughter's husband! You have been waiting for this hour for a long time, and the sky sent him to you my daughter!

She again lowered her eyes to the Goddess of the Forest on Ferrol - Inverted in a flock of unconverted! The only mortal among the immortals! This happens only once a thousand years! Once a thousand years in the name of the life of the wolf pack! The admixture of human blood in the blood of a werewolf, the inevitable age-old ritual in the name of the life of the wolf kind! In the name of our wolf kind!

Behind the female backs in the long hair from behind one of the trees, a huge yet another shadow appeared. Shadow of a werewolf wolf. She, on two legs, walked noiselessly behind her to two bare forest wolves and turned into a hefty, bearded heroic-looking man. Also completely naked. Going over to two young, totally naked women, he hugged them and held them close. Behind him came the trees and the rest of the newborn wolf werewolf brothers and sisters. Throwing the appearance of werewolves of wolves, they turned into people. They stood on either side of Voltar and his daughters.

- Complete the job, my son! - said the Goddess of the Forest - Complete your ceremony of your conversion! Kill this human creature! Wash his blood roots of my tree! - she spoke so loudly that the trees seemed to shudder around, and the echo of her voice echoed throughout the swamp forest.

She turned her face to the trembling captain Gunther Kogel and who pointed out with fear: She pointed out his hand - He is your Faree! Nobody will hurt you to do this! Kill him!

- Kill him! Snarled the ancient wolf werewolf Voltar.

- Kill him! - his young daughter snarled wolf.

- Kill him! - snarling wild wolf pack.

And Ferol flashed yellow wolf eyes bloodthirsty predator, looking at Günther Kogel. He convulsed convulsively with all the naked male body, bent, crouching at the feet of his benefactress and the mother of the Goddess of the swamp forest.

At the same moment, the black shadow of a wolf exfoliated from Ferol's human body, and, grinning, with long, conical sharp animal fangs, she rushed at the German. Quite tangible and real, she jumped at him with all the blunder and knocked him off his feet at the trunk of a large magic tree.

Under the wolf's bestial fierce roar, Farel tore the German body into pieces and scattered around him in all directions. The bark of an ancient tree was stained with the blood of the unfortunate victim, which flowed down the trunk into the seething swamp. And the swamp greedily sucked that hot, still fresh, shed human blood.

Ferol devoured the remains of someone who was recently a lieutenant colonel Günter Kogel.He ate the one who ordered to hang people in Snějnice and who ordered the shooting of two village women with their children. He ate the enemy. The enemy has come to his land.

His naked body lying on the ground again took the form of a wolf until ... Read more →