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         The sound of it filled the chamber with it�s echo, bouncing off the walls, then rising up to the rest of the ancient castle. Then, all was silent. One of the women whimpered, trying to free herself of her restraints. The wolf turned, looking at her.
           �Oh my God,� she whispered in terror as it approached her, it�s large pointed ears moving.
            One of the male victims angrily told her, � Foolish woman! You�ve condemned us to a horrible death!�
            The wolf stopped beside her table, looking down at her. Suddenly it reached out, gently turning her head from left to right, accessing any damage to her neck. Finding none, he did the same to the others, going back to the women to free them first. He found himself staring at the thick patches of hair between their thighs. His mouth watered, his member twitching in agreement. You�re here to save these women, not to take advantage of them, he told himself. Going to the chains that kept them restrained, he lifted the chain and with one movement, pulled the chains apart, breaking them. He did the same to each in turn, breaking the chains that bound them. When all four humans sat up bewildered, the werewolf made a �follow me� gesture with it�s arm
       The two women covered their breasts and privates as best they could, the men doing the same. The wolf lead them to a pile of discarded clothing laying in a heap on the floor, that the group recognized as their own.
        When all were dressed, they followed the wolf out of the castle into the early morning mist where the shaggy creature pointed in the direction of the village. One of the women turned to him as the three others waved, then began walking int the direction he had pointed.
        �Thank you,� she told him softly, tears in her eyes. The werewolf stood there, his ears twitching.
         The woman continued, �I don�t know how to repay your kindness.� She came closer to him cautiously, tentively putting her hands on his chest, feeling the texture of his fur. Beneath the coarse, shaggy hair, she could feel large powerful muscles. �Oh my!� she gasped softly in surprise.
         To her shock, she found herself aroused and attracted to this creature, though deep down, she knew somewhere inside lived a man. On impulse, she wrapped her arms around his thick, fur-covered neck, hugging him tightly in gratitude. �Thank you so much,� she whispered softly. Then she too, walked away.
         Walter watched as she strode off to rejoin her three companions, then turned and headed in the direction of the deep forest. The sky had become a rich hue of orange and purple with the coming dawn.

He knelt beside a tree with a small creek flowing happily beside it and reached into a bush, withdrawing the clothing he had left there the night before. His body tingled slightly, indicating he was about to resume his human form. He could feel his face, hands, feet, and ears going back to their original shape and position. It wasn�t the transformation back to human form he minded so much, it was the change from human to werewolf he hated. Though it gave him great power and abilities, heightened senses and extremely fast reflexes, it was horribly painful and agonizing. Realizing he was thirsty, he bent down over the creek, and stared at his reflection. He was handsome, of average build, and muscular. He drank his fill, greedily slurping up the water. When his thirst was quenched he grabbed his clothes. He stepped into the breeches he held in his hands, then slid his feet into the calf-high leather boots. Sliding the fluffy, long-sleeve white tunic over his head, he turn flipped his long, waist-length black hair out, over the collar. Walter headed northward as the birds began to chirp a hello song to greet the morning sun as it peeked over the horizon. He took in the sounds and smells of the forest, rejoicing in nature�s ways as the sun burned away the early morning mist. His journey before him, he struck off toward the rolling hills just a head.

The sun was just beginning to set as Walter entered the village of Rue on the southeastern border of Dacia. Rue was located in the foothills of the Central Dacian Alps, a range of the Carpathian Mountains.
Walter knew exactly where to go to get his pay: the local tavern. Besides, he needed a drink. Taverns were where most business transactions took place, especially among the common folk. Unfortunately, most were made by shady people with a questionable past, and crooked serfs who would double-cross anyone without hesitation. Needless to say, he was prepared to deal with the land lord who had hired him to destroy the vampires of last night�s adventure, should he be so stupid as to try to dishonor their agreement. As he entered, the sound of a group of minstrels playing greeted his ears, their lively tune causing a few barmaids to twirl happily. Heading for the bar, he withdrew a gold piece from the money purse at his side and laid it on the counter. �Ale,� he growled. He was eager to get his pay so that he could continue trailing Avatar and his underling Nestafil, not to mention that some people didn�t appreciate his kind thanks to a few rotten apples. And the moon would again be full tonight.

      The barkeep slid a tankard in his direction, and continued to go about his business. He waited for the village lord to bring his payment of 250 gold pieces impatiently, slurping his ale thirstily. Walter kept watching the tavern door every few minutes. He was lost in his thoughts as a soft warm touch surprised him back to reality. Turning, he saw an attractive brunette smiling at him sweetly.   �Hello kind sir,� she said.
        He smiled, but said nothing in return. He knew what she was trying to do. Most women who worked in taverns didn�t earn their pay by just serving drinks. She was trying to sell the pleasure of her �company.� He could not afford to do business with her in the way, no matter how beautiful she was. �Thanks, but no thanks,� he said gruffly. �Bastard,� she murmured softly, walking away.
        He continued to sip from his tankard, studying the frivolous activity going on around him. The door to the tavern opened, and the man he had been waiting for stepped inside. Lord Rykelle, the man who had hired him, was slightly taller, heavier, and looked older than Walter. He carried an aura about him that suggested he thought highly of himself, lowly of others. His skin was worn by the elements, indicating he spent lots of time outside in all forms of weather. His hair was long, brown, topped off with streaks of gray. He sported a mustache, and wore fine, close-fitting garments that were accented by a blue, hoodless cloak.

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