A young policeman was walking through the night while muttering angrily.
"If you want to kill yourselves, you might as well do it somewhere else"
Seeing the hurried steps of the two werewolves in front of him
"Ah! Damn it, those idiots can't recognize that they're running straight into their own death"
Alan was very worried about his own safety here, everyone who lived in this seemingly modest neighborhood was a formidable beast on top of the world, he had no desire to go there, it was too scary, after all, it's not normal for a small mouse to enter a nest of snakes, it's too stupid.
When you think of the saying "two tigers can't inhabit the same mountain", it would justify so many formidable creatures being in constant conflict, but in fact it is a special place, even those tigers, come to seek some kind of benefit from the creature that is supposedly living here, precisely because of the presence of something that is there and even they so powerful don't dare to strut in front of this being, so everyone remains in harmony by a tacit understanding, only a stupid person would want to irritate something so scary.
And now two protozoa are going to try to move a mountain, simply not having the slightest understanding of where they are, when he realized that they were heading towards a Boy with what looked like UA extremely weak werewolf in his hand, he went into shock.
"Ah! What do I do?" he thought, his mood was terrible, cruel doubt crept into his mind, if he interfered any of those abyssal beings could destroy even his soul for his impudence, and if he didn't interfere he would also provoke their fury, because after all his uniform would be an ornament, and he would
Would be punished for allowing things smaller than worms to do as they wished right there, in a sanctuary.
What disgraceful visitors just making trouble!
"Is there no future in which I can survive?" — he lamented as he planned to simply beg for mercy.
As he fought this battle in his mind, he walked along, following the two suicides from a distance with his eyes. As he took a few steps, the sound of breaking glass, followed by the screams of an enraged woman tore through the silent atmosphere like a knife.
— Didn't I tell you not to play with the ball at home!
— I'm sorry, Mom," the tearful child's voice said with deep regret.
The ball, which had hit the window shattering the glass, went towards the bald, burly man who was following at a fast pace just behind a young man who didn't look more than twenty years old. When it hit his face, it bounced slightly destroying his skull into thousands of pieces, killing him instantly. Then it rolled into the gutter like a simple soccer ball that apparently had nothing special about it.
Hearing a muffled crashing sound, the young werewolf looked behind him and saw the fallen body and the ball still rolling in the corner of a manhole in the gutter.
Wide-eyed and trembling, he looked at the body and where the head should have been, several pieces of which were scattered on the sidewalk.
— What the hell happened here? — terrified, he kept saying as he thought, a trap, certainly a trap, and there, those two... That man and Lupir, I need to get away and find Dario.
When he set out to avenge his older brother, he had five of his best warriors in his clan. In the end, in the ambush, he not only failed to kill him but also suffered heavy losses. He hadn't expected Lupir to be so strong, surprising him and killing three of his henchmen and still managing to escape.
Now, Norton had just died, and he had no idea what had caused it, it would be simply ridiculous to attribute that to the scene that had unfolded a short while ago, a ball would never kill anyone, at least not the way it had been done to Norton, he was absolutely certain it was impossible.
He had to get away and if he could find Dario soon, a while ago they had decided that they would split up to look for Lupir, without delay he found Norton again who had already obtained the trail of that bastard, but how could they imagine setting such a trap, Norton himself didn't even know how he died.
Frightened, he ran, he had to get as far away as possible, survival was more important, revenge would be for another day, when he was better prepared
As he ran past the manhole where that ball was, he didn't notice, but quickly, a long arm reached out from inside it and a huge hand with pointed nails grabbed his ankle, dragging him into the manhole in an instant that barely lasted a breath.
Inside that manhole there was only the sound of something chewing in the darkness.
The young police officer's mouth agape upon witnessing the entire situation, he simply turned and left as quickly as he could, wishing he would never have to return to this place again.
Fear was replaced by a sense of relief, since everything had been resolved, and he didn't need to get involved.
In Desmond's arms
Lupir had realized from the smell that his pursuers were close, but in his current situation he couldn't do anything about it, so he rested his head on the shoulders of the strange being who was carrying him and looked over them, while watching the events unfold.
Wasn't he delirious? It was simply insane, so fast, but just as they had appeared, they disappeared, the body of that burly man thrown away and the other not even that was left, he was happy for the fate of his enemies, but what did this being who was carrying him intend to do, did he want him just to be his pet? In his heart, he deeply wished that the answer was yes, too scary," he thought, shrinking his body as he trembled.
Desmond felt his heart still racing after the surreal battle he had just witnessed. He looked down at Lupir, who was still trembling in his arms.
Noticing that the dog was trembling, Desmond tried to calm him down
— It's all right, Puppy," said Desmond.
Lupir looked at Desmond with sad, frightened eyes. Desmond could feel the tension in his body.
— Shh! Continued Desmond. — You're with me now. I won't let anything happen to you.
Desmond began to stroke Lupir, trying to reassure him. The dog slowly began to calm down, his trembling diminishing.
Lupir looked at Desmond with eyes that seemed to understand more than any normal dog.
Desmond smiled.
— It doesn't matter," he said. — You're my pet now, and I'm going to protect you.
Lupir licked Desmond's hand, as if he understood the words.
Desmond felt a shiver of excitement. He had never felt so connected to an animal before.
— Let's go home, Lupir," said Desmond. — Let's start a new life together.
Lupir nodded in agreement, and Desmond smiled.
— You really understand, don't you? — asked Desmond.
Lupir looked at Desmond with shining eyes, and Desmond knew that yes, he understood. They were connected
In a way that Desmond had never imagined.
Lupir's heart warmed and the fear he had possessed dispersed, he didn't know how powerful this being been, but it was certainly stronger than anything he had ever seen before, such a supporter was certainly a blessing, to be a pet. It could be considered an honor.
What name will I give it? It can't be just any name, it has to be a nice name, but it can't be ordinary either.
I like the character Lupin from a wizarding book and look, he wasn't a dog, he was a werewolf, you laughed, and it's almost the same thing, right? — I said
But Lupin is still weird, how can I improve it a little?" I thought as I stared at the dog... Lupid, Lupis, none of those sound good... Lu... Pir... that's perfect, Lupir, that'll be your name.
Lupir stared at him in astonishment, he already knew everything, he thought that one day he would have to reveal himself, how naive he was, from the moment he stepped into that place everyone could see right through him, how could he imagine that this being wouldn't know what he was?
He confirmed it in his heart, since he wanted it that way, he promised with determination: I'll be your pet! A simple dog.
At the door, Desmond unlocked it and said loudly: welcome to your new home, Lupir!
In another place in the same neighborhood
A door rattles and a small boy's footsteps go down the sidewalk following the street gutter.
I wonder where she ended up? — He sighed.
There were blood marks like a trail that started in a bloodstained spot exactly where Alan saw the bald man's body fall and headed into an open manhole.
As he neared the child, he heard the sound of teeth tearing flesh and the sound of chewing resounding from the darkness.
As he stared, an arm reached out of the darkness and in his hand was a ball, which was then rolled to the child's feet.
Thank you! — said the boy, who turned and went straight home.
The arm retreated into the darkness and the chewing noises returned.