The fire had engulfed part of the log cabin building.
The fir trees around the hut had volunteered to burn themselves which gave rise to black smoke that soared into the sky with a fiery orange glow whose rays could be seen tens of yards from the location of the burning hut.
Meanwhile, inside the hut, the woman with golden hair was kneeling while holding a bundle of blankets in her arms tightly in front of her chest. It was a baby boy, crying loudly in the middle of the burning hot room.
Not far from the woman, the man with charcoal-black eyebrows and hair stood guard in front of the cottage window. Closing them tightly, instead of opening them to save themselves from the fire.
"They're already ahead," said the man in a worried tone.
He approached the woman who was his wife. Holding his wife's shoulders tightly and saying, "Samantha, hurry up and stand up. Come on, come on!"
The woman named Samantha burst into tears and shook her head.
"Not. I can't. I can't even stand up anymore, Clovis," Samantha sobbed. The baby she was holding also wailed even louder.
"I'll carry you then, anyway we have to quickly get out of here. Come on...!"
Samantha shouted, "We are surrounded! The Lycans are already outside! We can't go anywhere else you know?! We're done, Clovis! We will die!"
"No! We can still save ourselves, Sam! We can sneak into the bunker! Trust me, Samantha! I will save you and our child! Come on, the fire is getting bigger!"
"That's it! It's only a matter of time when we burn here, Clovis!" said Samantha who had completely lost hope.
The sound of falling wood from outside added to the eerie feel of the dying hut. Samantha screamed loudly while hugging her baby tightly, while Clovis swallowed hard. Then he tried to calm down so as not to make Samantha hotter.
Even so, the heat radiating from the flames outside the room was truly hellish. He was sure that his wife and the baby would not be able to last long if they continued to be in this place. For a moment, Clovis caught up with the window that he tightly closed and thought back to the risks he would get if he led his family out through the window. It's possible, Samantha will be killed from the first second. No. Clovis was unable to accept that risk. So, he swallowed hard and tightened his jaw before speaking to his wife again.
"Sam, listen to me. I'll carry you, we can make our way through the living room to the bunker in the backyard-"
"But, the flames-"
"Don't think about the fire! Trust me, okay?! Samantha, look at me. Look at me! I won't let them hurt you or Luke, got it?! Now, stand up and-"
Clovis had not finished his sentence when the door to their room was smashed open and the door flew off its hinges and collapsed to the floor. Of course that surprised Clovis and Samantha.
From the collapsed door, three figures stood proudly without being bothered at least by the flames that had been devouring most of the hut. The three figures were dressed in almost identical clothing, large fur coats with fang chain necklaces around their necks. Even so, the three of them wore no shoes at all so it was clear how wide and sturdy the soles of their feet were.
One man in a thick coat stepped forward, entered the room, followed by two others.
He said, "Good evening, brother. Long time no see."
"Fuck you, Shear! Go!" shouted Clovis who swiftly hid Samantha behind his back.
"Well, well, well... that's not a very friendly reply. You know, brother, we've all been here to see your baby boy. We have a little present for him."
"Get away!" Clovis roared loudly, "Just let us go!"
The mantle man was reaching into the inside of his coat, but because Clovis shouted harshly, he had no intention of taking anything from there. He looked at Clovis for a while and showed a very different expression than before. Even so, his calm tone of voice didn't change at all.
"Ah... what a shame, Clovis, but Lord Lucan won't allow us to let you go anymore. I mean, the traitor isn't allowed to escape, right?"
At that moment, there was a strange grumbling and burping sound coming from Clovis's back, he immediately turned his head and found that Samantha was slowly starting to change.
"Clov... Clovis..."
"Samantha! My dear, no! Not now, honey!"
While enduring the pain Samantha gave Clovis a blanket filled with their baby boy.
"I can't take it anymore, Clovis. Please take care of our son. Please take care of Luke..."
"No! No! You can definitely hold it, Sam..." Clovis tried to hold Samantha's arm which was getting bigger and growing hair, at the same time he was now changing to carrying Luke.
Choking, Samantha whispered, "Please, go. Save yourself and Luke. I'll take care of them, Clovis."
"No... no... I will protect you, Sam. Please, hold on. Not now. You can definitely hold it in!"
"I can't, Clovis. I'm a werewolf, not a Lycan like you. Go fast... please..."
"No! We'll go together!"
"Owh, how dramatic," said the man in the fur coat sarcastically. "Well, sorry to interrupt your dramatizations, guys. However, we can't wait any longer. Time is running out. So..." the mantle man motioned for the other two men to attack Clovis and Samantha, "...you all must die."
In the next instant, several things happened simultaneously. Samantha, who had turned into a werewolf figure as tall as 8 feet and sparse fur on her body. A muzzle with large and strong fangs, a blank but ferocious look in the eyes, a slightly hunched posture, and a large loss of common sense. Even Samantha didn't care about her torn clothes due to her growing body.
"Sam...!" shouted Clovis who in the end got hit from Samantha because the werewolf was distracted by her husband's screams.
Clovis was thrown towards the bed while still holding Luke tightly. "Sam, wake up, Sam! For the sake of our son, wake up, Sam!"
Samantha, who had been roaring with anger, slowly quieted down and watched the bundle of blankets in Clovis' arms. The sound of the baby's crying didn't bother Samantha's werewolf figure, but instead made her attack the mantle of men who had broken into their hut.
Not wanting to be outdone, the three mantles also moved their coats and stamped their feet before turning into a very large and thick-furred werewolf. The difference is, the three of them don't become monsters like Samantha, they are also still able to think and speak. All three of them were Lycans.
Quickly, a fight ensued between the werewolf Samantha and the three Lycan wolves. An unequal battle where Samantha ends up with a neck wound and dies instantly. Everything happened so fast, even Clovis couldn't help but choked in too much shock. Clovis finally came to his senses and shouted Samantha's name.
And Clovis, while all this was happening, without a second thought, began to transform into the figure of a huge wolf, bit the baby bundle in his jaw and then steadied himself to run towards the window. Desperate to break through the siege of the Lycan clan who wanted to finish him that night. Runs as fast as lightning into the forest, not interested in fighting with his former flock. He just kept running and running until they stopped chasing him.
Watching Clovis leave, the wolf figure in the hut, muttered, "This is what happens when you betray, Clovis. It's disgusting for a noble Lycan to leave the clan for a lowly, mindless werewolf. We won't let you and your baby alive."
(To be continued)