A strange place among a dense, snow-covered, high mountain forest.

You are quickly moving after the white werewolf. The consequences of your terrifying transformation allow you to avoid the discomforts that would be common for a human in this forest. Your strong, furry body does not feel the cold. Your speed is so high that it corresponds more to animal reflexes, and not to the **** capabilities of the human body. You crash through the forest, sometimes breaking tree branches on impact with your large body. At such a fast running pace, you will cover a significant distance... Perhaps a couple of tens of kilometers.

The thoughts in your mind are chaotic. You cannot focus on a rational analysis of the situation. The excitement of rushing through the forest. Echoes of a bloody battle. Thirst for crushing opponents. Anger and pain because of the wounds that were inflicted on you. Hunger and the desire to satisfy hunger at any cost. A contradictory mixture of chaotic emotions.

However, we can say that the pain from your wounds is becoming less and less. With surprise, you notice that after a couple of tens of minutes of running, the wound on the wrist of your left hand is almost completely healed. Only a small scar remains, which is difficult to notice due to the layer of fur.

After about half an hour, the white-furred werewolf stops. He has probably reached the place he wanted to take you to.

A small forest clearing.

You also stop moving. You look around and see among the large trees surrounding the clearing, many large stones (about a couple of dozen stones). Each of these stones is slightly smaller than the height of an average human. The stones are arranged in a circle. Your keen vision allows you to see what is difficult to notice: on each stone there are some symbols, the meaning of which you do not understand.

A white-haired werewolf approaches the center of the clearing. He bends down and grabs something.

This is a camouflaged hatch leading to an underground room.

The white werewolf then lets out a loud howl and moves away.

Creatures appear from an underground passage. Three creatures. Two of them look about the same. Their legs are covered with thick curly hair. Instead of feet, they have hooves. They have no clothes at all, their big dicks and large balls sway from side to side with every movement. On the head of each of them is a pair of horns, which are visible among the tangled thick hair.

These are satyrs.

The third person does not walk on her own - two of these satyrs carry her, holding her by the arms and legs. Taking a closer look, you realize that this is one of the residents of the village of Olinsford. Have you seen this guy earlier in the inn... He seems to be the village blacksmith.

The human's arms and legs are tied with rope. There is some kind of rag gag in his mouth. You can smell the lingering scent of his sweat, even though you're standing about fifteen meters away. This is the smell of mortal fear.

There is panic in the eyes of a human.

The satyrs throw the body of the blacksmith onto the ground. He is trying to make some sounds. These are probably pleas for mercy. However, he can only produce an inarticulate moo.

A white-furred wolf-like monster approaches the blacksmith.

A powerful, muscular, monstrous hand grabs this human by the torso and lifts him up, holding him above the ground. The weak human body squirms helplessly.

At this time, the second hand of the white werewolf approaches the chest of the village blacksmith.

Sharp dagger-like claws touch the flesh, cutting the skin.

The monster draws some sort of symbol. A bloody symbol on the chest of a living human who is gripped by indescribable horror because of what is happening.

For what?

This strange symbol...

This symbol is different from the symbol that the white-haired werewolf painted on the skin of your chest.

Now it looks like...

A triangle with a vertical line in the center.

You see how a strange translucent glow emanates from the claws of the white-furred monster and some whitish sparks that cover the body of the bound human.

The white-haired werewolf turns to you, grins and says: “It’s time to satisfy your hunger!”

The next moment he throws the body of a bound and frightened human in your direction.

Before that body can hit the snow near your furry feet, you do something disgusting...

You do what is dictated by some powerful and subconscious instincts that are much stronger than reason or morality.

You grab this body. You tear the flesh of this helpless victim with your sharp claws. Your mouth with large sharp fangs bites into the throat of the village blacksmith. You greedily devour bloody meat. Piece by piece you absorb meat, which until recently was the body of a living human.

Within five minutes you will satisfy your hunger.

As a result, all that remains of the prisoner’s body are pitiful, bloody pieces of flesh and fragments of bones that fall onto the snow.

A quiet hum and a whitish glow begins to emanate from large stones.

After a second, a beam of energy emanates from each large stone. It looks like some kind of translucent whitish fog.

You feel a sharp pain in your head. The blood in your body feels like it's on fire.

It’s as if some powerful mystical entity has entered your consciousness and is powerfully studying your feelings, your body, your will, information about your past... Like an owner who examines his hunting dog.

There is a loud voice in your head that overwhelms your consciousness: “I see that you are enjoying the pleasure of your meal! Ha! Ha! Thanks to this sacrifice, you satisfied your hunger with meat, and I devoured the soul of this victim! What an irony of fate! The one called Raul the Wolfkiller began to eat the flesh of humans himself, like a wolf! Ha! Ha! You have been hired to protect this small village in the mountains! You protected her very “well” by killing one of the locals and devouring his bloody flesh! I haven't seen something so funny for a long time! HA! HA! HA!"

With every word that sounds in your head, you feel powerful pain.

Your head hurts more and more. You feel as if every little part of your body is being mentally ****.

The voice in my head continues to mock: “You recklessly tried to prevent my servants from carrying out my will. You have invaded their hunting grounds. These pathetic humans who worship weak gods-usurpers are just meat. They are livestock that exist to be food. Their souls are also only food for me. Did you really think that you could stop the sacrifices for the glory of my power?! You dare to try to interfere with the will of the Great God of Savagery Painal?! You're just pathetic! Ha! Ha!"

The will of this powerful mystical being overwhelms you.

Every word that sounds in your mind is as if it is a **** instrument that torments your mind, your soul and your flesh.

You fall to your knees.

The voice continues to torment you: “My faithful servants skillfully took advantage of your stupidity! Your body and your soul have now undergone a transformation. But I only need unquestioningly loyal slaves! If there is even a small particle of pitiful human weakness left in you, if you even try to resist MY WILL, then I will crush your body and your soul right now! I will do this with the greatest pleasure! Ha! Ha! The only chance for you, like for any human, is to voluntarily become my servant! So, are you willing to submit to MY WILL?”

Your eyes darken with pain.

You understand that now how you respond to this powerful deity determines whether you will live.