Near midnight from the next village a howl was heard. Salim said, "Must not we follow the howl?"
John said, "We are not wolves ourselves, are we?"
Salim laughed. John asked him to shut up which he complied obediently.
It was midnight. So the village was all asleep. But some thuds were heard from the village as some doors creaked opened quietly. Some villagers were creeping out of their houses. John whistled. Salim looked into the village. He exclaimed, "Why Tasaduq and Sajad are out? Why are they walking awkwardly? What are others doing too? Khalid, Faruq, Malik and Adil too?"
John said, "You will find your answers. Just wait."
Salim said, "I must go to them and inform them about the wolves."
John said, "Have patience my dear friend. Have patience."
All the friends and village-mates of Salim cried and moaned as if suffering from some severe ailments reaching the outskirts of the forest. Some of them also wriggled and wreathed on the ground.
Salim said under his breath, "What are they doing? Are they under the influence of black magic?"
John only smiled.
Then Salim's friends' faces turned into the faces of wolves, they torn their dresses, their limbs were twisted and bodies were covered in thick grey furs. Salim gasped. Before he could spell a word in horror and shock, John slapped his hand on Salim's mouth.
From the other side of the forest some such similar creatures headed by a tall and grand wolf graciously walking on its four were approaching.