''I tried to attack the Alpha so that the rest of the wolves can be subdued but he was strong and sharp compared to me in those days,'' Aleister spoke up beside Esme, ''And I didn't have magical powers in my body. Uncle taught me how to handle a dagger, and he also taught me the basic rules of swordsmanship and archery. I was too weak compared to this pack of wolves.''
''How...'' Esme turned to look at him, ''...did you survive this night?"
Aleister pointed his chin towards the front.
Esme followed his gaze and she was stunned for a moment. There was a glow on Aleister's back and all the wolves retreated warily.
The Alpha seemed to be hesitant at first but as the golden glow got brighter, he stepped back as well.
Aleister's shirt was torn and Esme could see his torn flesh everywhere. It was painful to watch but there was something else that caught her attention.
It was the butterfly on his back.