Blood chapter 4

William knew someone who barely knew someone who could be his guinea pig.

A few days ago, merchants from the High Garden had arrived in the North, bringing various foods and products. Most of these merchants came north knowing that the king would soon arrive, the Starks would need some luxury items, and they could make money. Others came by luck, as they would always come here at certain times.

The problem with these merchants were the mercenaries, who are hired to ensure the safety of the convoys. The problem arises when one does not see where these individuals came from, what they did, their defects, or their crimes.

When they arrived, everything was calm; as far as possible, there was the unrest of preparations for the coming of a king, inevitably.

However, a woman came to the guards of the castle and said that her sister had disappeared and that she suspected the mercenaries. There was no evidence about it; there was nothing to be done against them, but they went to investigate the disappearance, and hours later they found the body of a naked woman thrown in an alley, lifeless.

William knew it was his only chance at the moment, so he would go there and see if it would pay off.

With speed through the dark of night, making a few detours around the guards, he arrived near an inn.

It must be known that there aren't many things to do in the North, especially at night, but here outside the inn there were two men, two mercenaries.

William can hear the conversation carefully.

"Those two dumps can't control themselves; the dogs of the North will get them." Fat man.

"If they get caught, it'll be bad for us." Tall man.

"I won't work with them anymore; we might end up executed; those trash only think with the groin." Fat man

"Well, I think with my crotch too, but it's one thing for whores, another to do what they do..." Tall man.

After a few moments of silence,

"They're not back yet; where did they really go?" Tall man.

"To the little plantation by the river, they said they saw someone there." Fat man.

William, listening to the two men's speeches, can't help but get angry; there was certainly something wrong there. Turning and running towards the river. Trying to find the little plantation.

After a while, it was possible to see a plantation near the river and, in the distance, a simple house.

With speed, William approached the house; the closer he got, the quieter he tried to stay.

Outside was the bodies of a man and a child, smelling like dead.

With care, William approached the bodies and checked to make sure, but unfortunately, they were dead.

The man had a sword wound in his left eye—a mess of blood and flesh.

The child had been cut in the neck from side to side; his little hand was on the wound, and his tiny body was soiled by the abundant amount of blood that came out of the wound.

The anger began to burn inside William's chest.

Walking toward the door that was between open doors, he could see a man leaning against the wall, his trousers messed up, snoring loudly.

William carefully passed him and approached the other room. There was the sound of a man panting and a continuous noise coming from this place.

The whole scene was a show of horror. A woman was naked on the floor; one of her arms had been amputated by a sword blow, and blood was covering the whole place. The woman's head was facing the exit, her eyes lifeless, looking somewhere beyond the walls.

Even in such a place, on top of the woman was a demon—something that cannot be called a man.

William couldn't perceive it, but his body was transforming, his fingernails were elongating, and his teeth were cruel. His eyes, possessing the blue heavenly charm, were receiving the darkness.

Slowly, William's body began to grow, his muscles more robust, his arms and legs longer, and his face began to distort and slowly became more prominent—the face of a wolf. A beast was taking shape.

The'man' hadn't realized that his destiny had been mapped out; he didn't know that the horror he practiced today would be paid back so soon.

At some point he trembled, not because of the cold; he felt like prey, a fucking rabbit running into a hungry wolf.

Looking towards the door, what he saw almost scared him to death.

A monster that resembled a wolf was there looking at him—a monster with a ridiculous height and a robust body. Before he had a chance to scream, a monstrous mouth bit his neck.

Shit, I fell asleep' sleepy man slowly stood up, using his hands as support, and tried to drag himself into the room to call his friend. He blinked his sleepy eyes.

Near the entrance, I was taken by the smell of blood and the noise of something being chewed.

When he opened the door, he saw the woman's body, but he was alone, which was strange because it was not his friend's style.

'The bastard has his problems; he won't stop until I drag him away'.

Looking slowly at the other side of the road, he saw hell. Hell for sinners

There were some bloody bones and a huge white monster gnawing at them. Frozen as he looked at that scene, the man began to take slow steps back.

"That's Thomas's boot," the fear of reality takes him, and without a second thought, he starts running towards Winterfell.

Running desperately down the dark paths, falling every few meters, he took wobbly steps with a look of pure dread that looked for something on his back.

It was the first rehearsal for their future practices in hell.

Falling for the millionth time, the man begins to look around, trying to see something through the curtain of night.

He thinks he sees a figure passing through his left and then through his right. Despair. Fear.

The smell of blood was surrounding him. So close that he could taste it in his mouth. It was a certainty that the beast was here.

Rising and trying to run. Trying.

On his back, a claw hit him. Lucky or unlucky, it used its arm to defend him.

Some time he was still running; he was going in the wrong direction; he didn't know the right way anymore; he didn't even care; he just wanted to run. His left hand was holding tight to the place where his right arm should be, but only a bloody mess was there.

Falling for perhaps the last time, without strength as a result of the loss of blood, a man looks up to the sky only to see a moon covered by clouds.

Gathering the last shreds of hope, man seeks fervor to make a promise to the gods.

"I was never very religious, but..."

I would never finish his speech; the gods, even if they existed, could not save him. Not today. Not from William.

With a tearing bite, the man's body was almost split in two; the bones were crushed, and the blood flowed abundantly. His suffering did not kill him instantly; he had a few more seconds to live before seeing the monster devour him.

With black eyes looking up to the sky and his mouth full of blood flowing to his chest, a beastly body, part man and part wolf, William was howling at the moon.

Men and animals were feared. The living nightmare

The strength appeared in every part of William's body; the blood made him stronger.

He just needed to control his hunger, or maybe just embrace it.