Maleva awoke to the sound of someone banging outside her vardo. She maneuvered out of her small bunk, put on a robe, and with tiny steps, made her way to the door. When she unlatched the hatch, Bela burst in. He was hysterical and rambling on about killing Dr. Paul and a monster wolf. Bela lit an oil lamp. He was covered with blood. She poured him a glass of wine to calm his nerves. Bela explained to her what had happened and what he had done.
Maleva cleaned and treated his wounds as he spoke. He said the wolf bit deep into his skull. She could only find small puncture wounds, and they seemed to be already healing. The wolf he described was beyond belief, but she didn't doubt him. It was only providence that guided his hand to locate the knife on the doctor's desk. A silver bladed knife; a weapon capable of killing the creature that passed its curse onto Bela.
"You killed the doctor, the good friend of the magistrate. You will get no justice here. Either the magistrate will kill you or you will be judged and hung; either way, you die, my son."
"We must leave, right away!"
"It will draw too much attention if we take both our wagons, so we will take mine. Pack what you need, tie your horse to my wagon, and we will leave this village and never return."
He did as she asked and came back to her wagon.
"Before we go, I would like to do a reading. She sat Bela down at her table. He had washed up and changed his clothes. She held her son's hand and allowed herself to drift into a state of clairvoyance. It was difficult to clear her thoughts. Finally, with a lot of concentration, she was able to reach that enlighten state of mind. It was hard to make sense of what she was feeling, so she tried harder to deepen her trance. When, finally, she was able to make sense of the premonitions, the vision was the most frightening she had ever seen. She saw death, blood, and carnage. The full moon awoke the curse every month. Maleva saw her handsome son in her mind's eye, under the light of the full moon, turn into a horrible, blood thirsty creature; not human and not a wolf, but a werewolf. A demonic, mutated, inhuman monster. She could see Bela turning into this animal. She squinted to see just a little of Bela's face. There, on his forehead, where the wolf bit him, was the pentagram of the werewolf. She had seen this symbol before, in the palm of his first intended victim.
They hastily rode out of the camp in the stillness of the night. They took a road that didn't go through town. Dawn was upon them. She sped up the horses. They fully expected Captain Wellen to search for them. Strangely, even with Maleva's gift of prophecy, she didn't foresee the other pursuer after Bela. Someone driven by a need for redemption and determined to avenge the one she loved.
Bela looked at his mother and asked why this had to happen. The old gypsy lady closed her eyes for a moment, as in deep thought. She then, opened her eyes, looked at her son, and said, "Even a man pure of heart and says his prayers by night, can become a wolf; when the wolf bane blooms and the autumn moon is bright."