Summary of the previous episodes:
Viorel has been tortured by his
supposed family who wanted to have him burn in the sun. Strangely
enough the sun didn't burn him as expected but Viorel has no memory of
who he is. Following the advises of his supposed father, he left
Sighișoara and is now traveling to the West. After some skirmish in a
previous city, he found refuge on a boat. Viorel is now in Vienna. The
little problem is that the guy at the inn was a bit of an asshole
and helped capture Viorel thinking he was a vampire, which he is but
nobody needs to know. Now there is a huge man (which I call the colossi)
taking care of Viorel and a priest. They brought a girl. Torture my
holy water... Fail. Viorel managed to confuse everyone, now he would
like to get out of here. But the girl seems pretty useless. They still
managed to escape and he left the girl to the care of the boat lady
before going back to have two words with his captors but his power of
persuasion were failing him. The priest wanted to crack a
deal but Viorel is not really up to help his enemies. He finally got
some blood but he can't risk to stay in Vienna. He travel to Linz were
he stays a bit to learn German.
Viorel wanted to go to Praha but redirect himself toward Augsburg
instead where he wants to get a horse, except that the horses are a bit
scared of his vampirism and maybe something else. Viorel is really not a
horse expert. Then he comes into an altercation with couple of people,
he wants some fear in his blood. The girl Viorel has found seemed to
enjoy the game. Viorel prepares for the nightmares that come with a
feast of blood, in a rush to leave, he cross the dukedom of Lorrain.
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.
I woke up in a large room, my back was painful. The windows were high and the curtains had been drawn as if to protect the people inside from the sun, the room was only lit by candles there were hundreds of them. I wondered how it would feel to blow them. There was a part of me that wanted darkness. I tried to stand up but I had no feelings in my feet. The wooden floor felt hard and uneven.
“Get up!” I recognized the voice before I managed to see the face. He was standing in front of me. I felt the rage boiling inside of me and I managed to get up, I was feeling weak on my feet but I couldn’t let it bother me.
“Are you the one who let a wolf enter this castle?” he asked.
I looked at him straight in the eyes, I wanted to kill him, I had never wanted to kill someone that much before.
“No!” I answered. I was the wolf and I knew it but I would never let them know about it, it was a secret I was sharing with my mother, nobody would ever know about it, it was too dangerous.
The whip felt on my face again. I noticed that the blood had been leaking on my face when it reached my eye. I closed it before wiping it away with my sleeve.
“That’s enough,” the voice of my father said.
He walked to my uncle and took the whip away from him with a brusque unexpected movement. My uncle didn’t look happy at all.
“There is a wolf in the castle,” he said to my father, “you know what it means.”
“Find it, then you’ll find who brought it here,” my father answered.
I had always thought that my father was weak but he wasn’t, he was just smart enough and trying to stay out of trouble but at time he could stand for what he believed in.
My mother ran toward me and hugged me, she had a beautiful face like an angel, she reminded me of Sorina but her hair wasn’t straight like Sorina’s. Sorina’s a deep brown hair but my mum’s air were incredibly blond and curly.
“If I find a wolf in the castle, they will both die,” my uncle said to my father throwing us a despising look.
It was over, I knew that they would never find the wolf in here but I knew I had to be careful and to master my wolf transformation. I couldn’t risk transforming in my sleep again.
“Get up!” I recognized the voice before I managed to see the face. He was standing in front of me. I felt the rage boiling inside of me and I managed to get up, I was feeling weak on my feet but I couldn’t let it bother me.
“Are you the one who let a wolf enter this castle?” he asked.
I looked at him straight in the eyes, I wanted to kill him, I had never wanted to kill someone that much before.
“No!” I answered. I was the wolf and I knew it but I would never let them know about it, it was a secret I was sharing with my mother, nobody would ever know about it, it was too dangerous.
The whip felt on my face again. I noticed that the blood had been leaking on my face when it reached my eye. I closed it before wiping it away with my sleeve.
“That’s enough,” the voice of my father said.
He walked to my uncle and took the whip away from him with a brusque unexpected movement. My uncle didn’t look happy at all.
“There is a wolf in the castle,” he said to my father, “you know what it means.”
“Find it, then you’ll find who brought it here,” my father answered.
I had always thought that my father was weak but he wasn’t, he was just smart enough and trying to stay out of trouble but at time he could stand for what he believed in.
My mother ran toward me and hugged me, she had a beautiful face like an angel, she reminded me of Sorina but her hair wasn’t straight like Sorina’s. Sorina’s a deep brown hair but my mum’s air were incredibly blond and curly.
“If I find a wolf in the castle, they will both die,” my uncle said to my father throwing us a despising look.
It was over, I knew that they would never find the wolf in here but I knew I had to be careful and to master my wolf transformation. I couldn’t risk transforming in my sleep again.
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