Chapter 7: Weapon Mastery
All six of them dropped to one knee.
Their heads bowed low, not just in reverence, but in awe and fear. A man had spoken just a word... and they were reborn.
Power surged through their new bodies. Muscles coiled beneath their furred limbs. Their senses, scent, sound, sight, sharpened beyond anything they had ever known. The heartbeat of every villager nearby echoed in their ears like a drumbeat.
They were no longer broken men.
They were warriors.
Jon, once the one-armed hunter, lifted his head. His now-lupine eyes gleamed as he turned to the sky.
"Awoo!"
His howl rang out, loud and wild, cutting through the air like a clarion call. The people flinched. Children gasped.
"We shall do all you ask, my Lord," Jon said, his voice gravelly, charged with strength. His eyes burned with conviction.
For the first time in years, hope stirred in his heart. Maybe, the town would survive. Maybe the endless fear would end. Kaelor, strange as he was, might be the turning point. The wolves no longer haunted Jon’s thoughts as monsters. No, they were the prey now.
Jon could already see it, himself and a lot others, transformed like this. Charging through the Devil Forest in packs, swift as shadows, strong as storms.