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eat the

world. Now he liked to sit and watch the full moon, supporting the

hairy head on the back of the wolf and letting out a few tears of

occasionally.

Fenris felt increasingly confused. A Ronna did not like

was an elf, and what I loved about it was precisely his share of

wolf. Shi-Mae, however, hated the wolf and fallen in love

elf.

One evening he spoke about it with the shaman, while the two strolled

near the town. Log trotted behind Shan, a young wolf

adopted long ago, when he was a puppy, and had

become his inseparable companion.

- I would have agreed with you if it had been an elf

current?

- Of course not replied Log with a disturbing smile,

stroking the furry head of Shan. You descend from our

Fenris revered, the First, and this is what entitles you to a post

honor among us.

- But I'm just a wolf Fenris muttered increasingly despondent.

I am also an elf. How about that?

- An elf who does not age and can not have offspring with a

human.

- Have you noticed?

- All it says tribe. Believe me, if it were not a big

Ronna honor to have you as a companion, many will hate. You

took the bravest young and lovely and obviously clan

you have not been happy.

Those words were a blow to the elf. He had long

sensed it, but nobody had put so bluntly.

- I understand he murmured. What do you think should be done?

Leave??

- Oh, no. Your place is this, son of Fenris, the First. But maybe

might consider designating an heir ... someone who could convey your

legacy to future members of the tribe, and you're not going to have children.

- What do you mean?

Log leaned forward, put his hand on the elf's arm and

whispered confidentially:

- I know that your gift can be transmitted. If you will turn to someone from the

tribe, a human who could have children, the heritage of First

stay with us. I, for one, would feel very proud if

look over me worthy of such honor.

Fenris turned away from him in horror.

- What are you saying? Would you like biting?

Log eyes flashed with a gleam of triumph.

- Ah! Only said. 'So this is how it is transmitted?

Fenris have regretted not silent, but it was too late. The shaman

spent years trying to coax the way to become

werewolf and, with excuses and evasions, until then the elf they had

managed not to reveal it. At that time had come to know

Log and he realized that he felt inferior in relation to the

other members of his tribe, because he was weak and sickly. Fenris

suspected that in her trances had failed to complete fusion with

any animal, and was this the reason seemed obsessed with

elf transformations ... On the other hand, was Log longer young as when

Fenris knew him, and was increasingly eager to realize their

desires. No matter how you describe the crimes graphically

committed by him and by Novan, the shaman was still just get in the

wolf head that could be transformed into something negative or dangerous.

- I could not if I wanted to bite finally she managed to mumble. You

protects the blessing of the first. No wolf can attack.

The Fire Log eyes faded as he realized that the elf had

reason.

- I'm sorry Fenris added. I still think it is a good idea.

- You like being the only one able to transform the tribe, huh? He hissed

Log with rancor. Well find out one thing, elf: not deserve the gift with

has blessed you first because you can not appreciate it. And,

like it or not, find a way to be like you.

The shaman turned and left, followed by Shan, leaving

Fenris very confusing. I never entirely trusted him, but had

come to regard a sensible person. And now I discovered that Log

openly envied.

However, at that moment their relationship with him Ronna

jealousy was more concerned that the shaman, and it did not grant him

due to the importance of this conversation. Because Ronna loved him,

yes, but that love was doing much damage, and was beginning

further appreciate the elf wolf in him.

For the first time since coming to town, Fenris wondered if

really fit in that place.

Chapter XIII Delirium

THE NEXT DAYS Log avoided as far as possible to meet

Fenris. This tried to talk to him, but the shaman had withdrawn

word and not concealed. Some in the tribe began to wonder

what he had done to upset Log Fenris, and someone even it

asked openly, but the elf could not answer. What would he say?

What the shaman wanted to be like him, and never allow Fenris?

I could explain that I did not want anyone else to have to suffer the

lycanthropy, but probably they would react as Log, believe that

wanted to be the only one capable of being converted to be above the

others. But Fenris, who knew what would become really could not

let that happen. Too appreciated the Wolf

as to turn them into murderers to them too.

For a while nothing happened, but the shaman was still

talk. Spring is here and to celebrate, like every year, is

organized a hunt under the full moon. The best warriors

Fenris and Ronna accompany an expedition through the mountains, in

bear looking fresh from the lethargy. That winter had been

especially hard and had led several members of the clan,

So the arrival of spring was received with great joy,

as if she could finally forget the hard stage they left behind.

He breathed in the air euphoria; hunt would be the first three of the

young people, and their joy and excitement had infected adults. One

boys was Rasloc, Ronna's nephew, who admired

especially Fenris and I was willing to join his hunting party.

His enthusiasm which made even Ronna smile for the first time in a long

time, encouraged by the prospect of a special night.

As each evening before the full moon, Fenris sat on a

small hill to see sunset. Ronna sat beside her, and Rasloc and

several men and women accompanied them. It had been many

years but still were fascinated by the metamorphosis of the more

peculiar to the members of his clan.

Shortly before the last nail sun hid behind the horizon,

a boy came running from the town:

- Fenris! She called. The shaman wants to talk to you.

Fenris was surprised. Log was many months not

said a word.

- Be right back Ronna told.

He walked toward the village. He greeted a group of warriors who

were near the shaman's tent, but they did not respond.

Someone gave him a sullen look. Fenris wondered what had made

to offend, but did not stop.

He entered the house of the shaman and immediately noticed something odd. Miró

around, but saw nothing strange. Log was waiting, sitting

on the floor next to the hearth, as so often. There was nothing to

is out of the ordinary, except ...

He sniffed the air. Yes, it was: it was a strange smell, a smell

I knew who made the beast stirrings inside, but was not

able to identify.

I should have suspected that something was not quite right, but

what he did was shrug and say hello to the shaman. Surely

stated, the smell come from the brazier: a cast liked herbs Log

aromatic in it. The collected in spring and summer, allowed to dry

and then kept in leather pouches. His skill in the use of

plants was far from equal to that of the sorcerer who had been a friend of

Fenris in the Kingdom of the Elves, but it was not negligible.

Log corresponded to his greeting. Fenris sat before him.

- I'm glad you speak to me again.

- Maybe I was too hard on you Log said, shrugging

shoulders. I just wanted to tell you. And to tell you something more.

- Whatever you want. But would not you expect? You are leaving the moon

full. I'm about to transform.

- Oh, so what's the problem? I am a member of the Wolf. Not

You hurt me, do you?

- You know that Fenris growled.

- So what do you care? You distrust me??

Fenris hesitated. There was something in everything that did not quite

like it, but I was not sure what it was, and logic told him not

had reason to worry.

- Of course not, he said finally.

- Then prove it. Transform here before me.

Fenris frowned. His senses were more acute increasingly

and now began to see clearly that strange smell, but still

unable to identify it.

- Do not trust me-Log concluded. You know you could not bite

if you tried. Why are you hesitating now?

Fenris did not respond. He stood and turned to leave the

cabin, but two steps Moon claimed him as his possession and

began to change. He stopped, gasping in pain and fell to the floor

knees. He tried to crawl to the entrance ...

But then the smell became more intense and this time

I recognized it as the aroma of death.

He turned to Log in surprise, the shaman was standing there,

gazing in silence. Fenris wanted to say something, but only managed to issue

a grunt. While his body morphed into that of a huge

wolf, Fenris began to feel a terrible thirst for blood, and his instinct told him

Log him to attack, he was next to him and would be easy prey. She gasped,

surprised. He had not felt that feeling in

presence of a human being. He struggled with the desire to move against Log and

tear his throat and, as her back hunched and his skin

covering of hair, looked at the shaman and whispered with a snarl:

- What's going on?

Smiling, she reached up Log plenty of skins that had

behind. He pulled the first one, revealing what it concealed.

A dead wolf.

Shan, the giant log.

At first, Fenris did not understand. But then, with his last

conscious thoughts, where the beast and jumped on the shaman,

realized in horror what this had done.

To kill a wolf had broken the pact primitive, the oath

their ancestors had done to Fenris, the First. He had killed the

sacred animal, the totem of the tribe. Therefore no longer belonged to her, and the

Fenris blessing had been withdrawn.

Her last thought before passing the elf in the dark and let

step the beast was that Log was crazy, I could not be otherwise,

because he had violated a covenant ancestral, which he believed with all his

soul, and had risked his life to become a werewolf in

a monster.

He woke up the next day with aching body and a strong

headache. When he tried to get up, he realized that he could not and

soon discovered why: he had been tied hand and foot and was

lying on the floor of a small, dark hut was not hers.

He shouted, calling Ronna, and a young warrior peered through the

door and gave him a look of contempt. Fenris, surprised, not

was able to say anything. I knew him since he was a baby and always

had gotten along.

The warrior left without saying a word and after a while appeared

Ronna, who ran to embrace him.

- Oh, Fenris sighed. Why did you do that?

- Do what? He asked, surprised.

Then suddenly remembered everything that had happened the night

above. He tried to rise, but the ropes held him and discussed

furious.

- What happened? Where is Log?

- So, remember? -Ronna gave him a shadow of fear

in his eyes.

- I remember every moment I was transformed into a wolf and jumped

on it to kill the elf murmured softly.

- Yelled for help. Shan, his wolf, leapt to his defense-shot

a look of reproach. You killed him, Fenris. How could you?

- What killed him? Fenris repeated in panic. To Log?

- No, Ronna Shan moaned, horrified, to a wolf! One of

our brothers! Fenris, how could you? You're one of them!

- But ... Log? Okay?

- Yes, there was a group of

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