We introduced Sorina, three weeks after the beginning of Viorel's escape.
Viorel dreamed of Sorina and woke up not really remembering anything. Traveling to Paris, he arrives at "La cour des miracles". He is rescued by a stranger who turned out to be Nicolas Flamel, the alchemist he was looking for. Nicolas does some strange experiment without Viorel's agreement. Some people are looking for Nicolas's secrets. On the other side of Europe, Sorina awakes and Viorel's past in haunting him. Viorel discovered that he can change into a wolf but that's not the easiest thing to handle. After finding out that a younger version of Nicolas might not be acting with his best interest at heart, Viorel decides to leave for the north. He is now traveling with two people, Alexej who needed to get out of Praha and Irina who he accidentally rescued.
After my little adventure with Irina going crazy, I was preparing myself for the worse with Alexei as well. Such a long trip as ours wasn't going to be without any problem. Alexei had seemed like a safe driver so far but I had the sensation that something was wrong. I knew it was a side effect of drinking Irina's blood, it was making me more confident and reckless but at the same time I seemed to be able to see things more clearly. I smelled Alexei's shirt. He was in the direction of the city, through the wet forest, filled with the smell of the night and of the ground but I could still distinguished it. Why would Alexei go toward the city, through the wood?
I didn't want to take the carriage on my own, every thing was quiet around. I could only hear the song of the wind in the leafs and the cry of an owl in the distance. That was not going to help my plans with the Jägers but I had to follow Alexei. He wasn't behaving like a human being anymore, he was behaving like... I wasn't too sure. During the day he had been scared of the dragons and he was still able to speak to me about it, he only had this animal smell, a bit like a dog, then the more the evening came, the more he was growling instead of talking and tonight, at dinner he only ate the meat when normally he liked his potatoes and he didn't use his fork and knife, he had grabbed the meat with his bare hand, regardless of the sauce on his hands leaking. And he had disappeared. He wasn't in his room, he wasn't with the horse.
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