Chapter 77

And it was as if by closing my eyes, I could picture what happened: Nicolae, forcing his way through the dense underbrush of the wood, heedless of the wise woman’s warning, shifting into a large brown wolf as I “observed” in awe from the shadows. Abruptly he wasn’t alone in the clearing, and I shuddered as I “saw” him attacked by an even larger wolf—this one pitch black. I “watched” as the battle ensued, until finally the big wolf knocked Nicolae to the forest floor, much as Nicolae had knocked me down. I “saw” him forced into a submissive posture. I could “feel” the creature’s cock slam into him, “feel” the sharp teeth biting down, as if to teach the young upstart his place.

“This is my fate, my destiny?” I asked tonelessly. I touched my shoulder where Nicolae had bit me. “To turn into what Nicolae was every full moon? To destroy those I love?”