Chapter 8

• If there was one thing Lord detested, it was betrayal, and the humans must have been crazy to have betrayed him in that way. After finishing patrolling the boundaries of his herd and meeting with the village chief, he had not yet left the village when he received the bullet in his back. He hadn't been able to see who had done it, although if he approached him again he could identify him by his scent. At least he knew it wasn't one of the villagers because he knew the smell of each one, they had been living too close for years not to know it, and, besides, they didn't have the balls to shoot him.
• After his period of madness at the loss of those most important to him and, some time later, the last war they had had seven years before, at least they had reached an agreement not to destroy each other. Lord had been reluctant, but for the safety of his species he had allowed the humans to create the village as long as they stopped trespassing on his land and killing their own. Something... that in a way had been being fulfilled, of course he did not guarantee the safety of the humans if they trespassed on his grounds. But there was always a black sheep that came to destroy the existing happiness.
• Even so, the wound had been accurate and the blood loss massive. He swore to himself that coming out of this one because he was not an easy wolf to kill, he would seek out his attacker and tear his neck with a single bite. However, he did not remember at what point he had lost consciousness and a force greater than himself or by instinct had brought him to a certain place before he collapsed and lost consciousness completely. To wake up shortly after with the sound of the rain hitting the glass, the lightning sounding aggressively in the background and a delicious smell that filled his whole body, or what took him back in time. A smell that made every fiber of his body tingle and made a single word resonate in his head. KILL.