30 Fukalaz flue (2)

"That's the least moody thing you said." Elena pointed out, perhaps having the worst relation of them all with this newcomer.

"Uhhh... okay." Tim answered once more, not quite having the energy to say anything else.

Coming into a realization, Krino asked. "But wait, doesn't this disease make any werewolf attack the city?"

Rather direct with the whole concept, the father of this family cited. "It does, that's a problem but not ours. The city has all types of new weapons now, some of which give a loud scream before punching holes in people, they'll be fine."

And Philon pointed out the prime fact, "And this disease will make claiming our lands a lot easier."

"Let's just hope our sons don't get infected." Medea the mother pointed out what really mattered here.

"Wait." Tim spoke out, ending the rant. "My human parents live close to the forest."

Seeing that he cares about family out of a sudden, Hulsik tried to comfort. "Uh... don't they have a safe place to go?"

"No, they left all of their family behind in Hail city just to protect me. Stupid at best but I can't let them die." At such a sentence, his werewolf mother couldn't help giving a joyful sigh.

And therefore began to shift towards the human form, revealing soft spots to the new member. Thankfully everyone got properly dressed thanks to the stash of clothes that was brought here, or else Tim would be seeing a naked old woman and a naked younger sister.

Both sights of which, would be rather hard on the conscious as neither of these people would ever attempt incest.

However, Medea carried a soft perplexion on her face although old by age. She had a few wrinkles on her face, hair white enough to cause a slight pain on the eyes.

Her body was mild in weight, every characteristic portrayed a tired out old woman, one would even question how she gave birth again to someone younger than Timothy.

It's hard to picture that this same lady was that huge level 7 werewolf that slapped away a gang of hungry dangerous wolves when she found Tim in the forest.

As for the smaller lady by her side, Elena to be more exact, she shifted towards her human form as well and revealed her youthful face.

She seemed 14 years old at best and everything about her screams that she was a mama's girl.

White hair, average shaped roundish face and a mild body size, at this point it seemed that her attitude doesn't balance with her size.

Seeing that the whole family started becoming human after so many years, confused at best but not rebellious, Philon joined them.

Being black haired as a werewolf, such attributes complimented his human form as well although this one had a bit more body hair compared to his siblings.

Odd considering that Krino was the oldest sibling here but no one seemed to mind it.

He has a more muscular jawline, and his body form was a bit above average and carried a bit more curves even compared to his older brother.

Getting back into topic after stunning the young man with their presence, Medea cited. "Our boy is right, we can't let his human tribe get hurt."

"What tribe? They are only 2 people." Tim specified, not quite used to these outdated references.

"2 or 3, they have to be safe. This forest has hundreds of werewolves, weredogs, and other wolves who can level up. The city will be stormed, the humans can't handle the attack." Rather direct but this father figure here has to make sure his boy's mind won't carry burden.

He still doesn't understand how OCD works but Timmy has it, and therefore Hulsik is paying more attention to how the mind will react to certain stuff.

Being direct here can lead to saving a couple souls more if not the whole city, and therefore he continued. "So we have to get your parents through the forest and to our den, it's the safest place on earth when it comes to battling crazed werewolves."

"Yes or your human parents will be eaten by werewolves." Philon pointed out, and heard most yell out their name as such a statement was far too direct. "Philon!"

"What? Boy's gotta know what the deal is." The level 2 werewolf protected his own view, but furthermore stuck to the truth.

"I have to go and protect them!" Tim slightly shouted and tried to stand up.

However such effort almost ruptured another wound on his person as he felt too dizzy to stand up, therefore almost falling to the fire.

In a second, he saw a hairy thick forearm under his chest, granting supreme balance. Gazing at his right, Krino's human face captivated vision.

It appears like the big brother has used the quarter of a second to transform his arm only, his palm however was closed shut for that prime intent of not bashing more holes in the young boy.

Fixing his vision back on the boy after helping him sit down, Krino cited. "I owe you a lot, Lines. I'll go bring your family here, all of you have to stay safe here."

Interrupting, the father figure stroked his long golden beard as he pitched. "No, you're not skilled enough to avoid the Fukalaz flue, you can infect our entire family with one mistake. I can get them back here, no sweat."

Using reason since his father works that way, Krino contradicted. "We'll both go, it's safer that way and I can pick up tips from you."

Understanding what his son was trying to do, his dad had little choice but to use this situation for cumulative progress. "Okay, but you have to do exactly as I say or we would have to move, again."

Understanding the severity of this move, the oldest lady here captured their attention by weighing in just a couple of words that screamed volumes considering who they come from. "Be safe."