Chapter 43

The force at which he drilled her now increased by ten and Fiona knew that if she didn't stop him, she would never use that part of her body again.

She immediately allowed her dragon to consume her and with he great strength, she pushed Sham so hard that he landed on the floor . Now very angry, she released her fire on g but he dodge it and like a rat, he slipped into the dark.

*****

Fiona covered herself up and steadied her heavy breathing. It was when she felt calm, that she realized that there were marks on her neck.

" I can't believe this fool injured me with his claws. If I was a mere human now, I would have died in his hands. Is this what it means to have sex with a werewolf?" She thought to herself massaging her neck. She couldn't believe that she didn't feel it up till now, was that how she would have died because of sex? Her body still shook from the whole activity and she looked at her wet thigh.

" Even though he almost killed me, I can't deny the fact that he hasn't touched me like any guy has." She bit her lower lip thinking of all that happened few minutes ago. A part of her wished to experience it again but the other part feared for her life.

" What if my father hears of it?" Fear gripped her. Her father had warned her severally not to have anything to do with a werewolf.

" No one will tell." She consoled herself.

*****

" What can kill a werewolf?" Elsa who just woke up from her usual dream wondered. 

" Since the werewolves were hurt by silver will it be the same with the weredragons? No! Or could it be water since they are made of fire? But they do bathe with water." Her imagination went far and wide but three things came to mind; magic, or could killing Adrian lead to the death of all of them? Or even a sword thrust through their heart. All of them seemed strong enough but they were too dangerous to try on herself or to even get too close to Adrain to find out if one could hurt him.

*****

" Please help me." Zaria heard a man's voice as she walked down the bush. She needed to clear her thoughts and gather some woods when she saw a man that looked like he was close to his fifties sobbing.

" What is it, man?" She asked concerned. She wondered what someone his age was doing deep in the forest at that hour of the evening.

" Please, I don't have anywhere to go. My family has been destroyed and I am all alone in the world. What do I do? I don't even Know how I got here, I'm so tired." He said and slumped on the floor. 

Zaria wasn't sure of what to do, so she called Raphael fo help who came as fast as he could running.

" What's going on?" He asked as soon as he arrived. He was suprised to see a man laying on Zaria's leg.

" I found him in the forest, it looks like he is a victim of the havoc the weredragons wreck on cities." She explained trying to find sense in everything that transpired between she and the man.

" Do we bring him to the camp? He looks so helpless and destitute?" Zaria asked.

" I'm not sure. It's too risky to take someone we know nothing of to the camp." Raphael reasoned.

" But it's too risky to leave all alone here." Zaria argued.

" How about we take him with us for now, then later return him to a city before day breaks?" She suggested.

" Alright then. I hope the rest of the pack understands." Raphael said before leaping with the man in his hands. They all returned to the forest and to avoid too much questions, they took him inside a tent and they both decided to stay beside the tent.

During the middle of the night, this man eyes shot open and he looked around to see the werewolves sleeping. All taking different positions on the floor while others were inside a tent or another.

" Food" he licked his lips as he stood up quietly deeping his hand into his pocket to bring out the knife he had carefully hidden Inside his pocket before he passed out.

" Damn these fool have removed my knife." He murmured. Coming closer to a werewolf who was fast asleep, the man bent down, positioned his sharp canine on an open skin and bit it hard out.

" Ayaah" the werewolf screamed waking others up.

" Allow me to finish eating, so yummy." The man said coming closer. By now, other werewolves had gathered and with a blow from Zoe, the man tumbled screaming ' give me food to eat'.

With the sharpest sword around, a werewolf jumped on him and sliced him into half.  

" What is he?" Zaria asked a bit frightened. She had never experienced something like that in all her life.

"  Wendigo!" Raphael exclaimed calmly

" What's that?" Zaria asked.

" I never guessed it was one. Gwa and a few of us encountered it sometime in the past. They were once human." Raphael began.

" Then what happened?" Zaria asked still looking at the man's body.

"A Wendigos turns when they are forced into a dire circumstance (e.g. lost in the woods without food) and they later consume human flesh.  Once they have consumed human flesh they begin to crave it even more and transform into the perfect hunter.  They can camouflage like a chameleon with their surroundings.  They can mimic voices to trick you into thinking they are a loved one or another animal.  They can move super fast and are very strong." Raphael explained.

" Little wonder why he looked so harmless." Zaria said.

" How did he get into the camp in the first place?" One of the werewolves asked.

" Well, it was me." Zaria admitted.

" I thought he was a poor lost man leaving him alone scared me so I thought it best to bring him among us were he would be safe only for tonight." She explained.

" Zaria, I think you are becoming too full of yourself. This isn't your personal business, your actions endangers the lives of others when wrong decisions are taken." The werewolf spoke really annoyed.

" At least I am doing something, what are you? Any of you doing to save someone since you have refused to save yourselves." She said angry too. She accepted it was her fault for hurting the person that was bitten but neither of them would have been there had it been they agreed to accept Elsa.

" Enough! " Raphael barked. " Let's attend to the wound of this person first." They took the bitten man to the healer while the body of the old man was done away with.

*****

Three days after, Adrain and the weredragons returned with jubilation and with people tied both hands and feet. The whole roared in joy as they saw their soldiers walk majestically through the city gate.

Elsa ran to her window when she heard the noise. She looked at the pregnant women leaping due to the long distance walk. Some had cuts on their skin whereas it was evident that some had been beaten badly.

"Ha" Elsa held her mouth to her with her hands as she watched the women flogged with rods for no reason.

" You lazy ass, is this how you indeed to pay tribute to your king?" One soldier said angrily as he flogged the captives even more.

" Sir, please my mother is old. She can't be stressed than she is already. Please have mercy!" One boy who had been trying to support his mother to walk cried out.

" Bring out your tongue" one soldier commanded the boy. The next thing was to slice his tongue off while the old woman was burnt to assess by the fire of a weredragon. Fear gripped the rest of them and none dared to speak up again. Elsa watched a that was happening in horror and her hatred for Adrain only increased.

" One-day, I will give you the Same measure of wickedness you gave to others. " She vowed to herself. Her resolution to find his downfall grew stronger. 

" I will be your worse nightmare you scum." She hit her fist against the table so hard that she began to bleed.

" Who is there?" She heard a knock on the door.

" It's me." She heard Anna say.

" Hi" she said trying to fake a smile and to hide her bleeding fist. Elsa knew Fiona would perceive the smell of blood and in case she asked, she prepared a lie to the her. But luckily Anna didn't ask.

" The King has asked to see you." Anna said with a smile.

" Oh, okay." She replied before noticing the mark of claws on her neck.

" What happened to you?" Elsa asked worried. She recognized those marks and they were unmistakable that of a werewolf.