Elias walked back to Marella's relatives, home was quiet, but his thoughts were far from settled. The village was a stark contrast to the forested paths he had traveled through before. Here, life bustled in its own rhythm, with flickering lanterns illuminating the narrow dirt streets. Yet, as peaceful as it seemed on the surface, Elias couldn't ignore the sense of unease that clung to him—a lingering reminder of the vampire encounter.
The home was modest but warm, with soft light spilling through the windows. Marella greeted him at the door, her expression a mixture of relief and curiosity.
"Did you enjoy your time at the tavern?" she asked, a small smile playing on her lips.
Elias gave a faint shrug. "It was quiet. Exactly what I needed."
Marella nodded, stepping aside to let him in. "Uncle's preparing supper. You should eat. It'll be your last meal here before you move on, I'm guessing."
Elias didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stepped inside and took a seat near the hearth, letting the warmth seep into him. "I'll leave at first light. Your family has been kind, but I don't want to overstay my welcome."
Marella frowned slightly, as if she wanted to say more, but she nodded. "You've done more than enough. My father will hear about everything you've done for us."
Elias gave a curt nod, but his mind wandered again to the vampires. He could still feel the faint pull of their energy from the fight, a sensation that left more questions than answers. He didn't like loose ends, and something told him this wasn't over.
Elsewhere, in the dense woods surrounding the village, the vampires were gathering. The injured one, Corvin, stood at the edge of the group, his pale skin marred by the remnants of his earlier encounter. The leader, tall and imposing with an air of authority, addressed the group with cold precision.
"This creature, this Elias, is no ordinary man," he began, his voice low but commanding. "He has claws, strength to rival ours, and regenerative abilities that defy explanation. Whatever he is, he's a threat to our way of life."
Corvin stepped forward, his expression dark. "He's more than a threat. He's an insult. No human or beast should be able to overpower one of us."
The leader raised a hand, silencing him. "We don't act rashly. If this Elias is what you claim, then we'll need to be cautious. A direct assault could cost us dearly."
One of the younger vampires, eager and reckless, spoke up. "Why not lure him into a trap? Use the villagers as bait?"
The leader's gaze sharpened, and a predatory smile curled his lips. "A good idea, but it must be subtle. We cannot afford to draw unnecessary attention. If he's as powerful as Corvin claims, then we must learn more about him first."
Corvin's jaw tightened, but he nodded. "I'll watch him. He'll slip up eventually."
Back in the village, Elias lay awake on the small cot Marella's family had provided. The fire in the hearth crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across the walls. He replayed the night's events in his mind, dissecting every detail of his fight with the vampire.
What are you?
The question lingered, not because Elias didn't know the answer, but because of the implications. He was a werewolf, an Alpha, with strength and abilities far beyond those of this world's creatures. But what unnerved him wasn't the vampire's fear—it was the pull he had felt, the faint absorption of energy when his claws had sunk into the creature. It was unlike anything he had experienced before, and it left him with an uncomfortable sense of uncertainty.
His thoughts shifted to the village itself. The people here were kind, but their ways were foreign to him. The carriages, the clothes, the mannerisms—all of it seemed plucked from a time long past. He hadn't pieced it all together yet, but something told him he was far from the world he once knew.
Elias exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. Sleep came fitfully, broken by dreams of blood and shadow.
By morning, Elias was ready to leave. He thanked Marella and her family for their hospitality, shouldering his pack and stepping out into the cool morning air. Marella walked him to the edge of the village, her expression thoughtful.
"Will you be all right?" she asked.
Elias gave her a faint smile. "I always am."
She hesitated, then reached into her pocket, pulling out a small pendant. "Take this. It belonged to my mother. It's said to bring protection to those who carry it."
Elias looked at the pendant, then back at Marella. He accepted it with a nod. "Thank you. I'll take care of it."
With that, he turned and began walking, the pendant tucked safely away. The road stretched ahead, winding through the forest, and Elias knew he would soon face whatever plans the vampires had in store for him.