Unusually powerful combat rage.

Instead of cautious defense, you rush to the attack to kill your enemies. This is reckless. This is irrational. But you can no longer control your rage. Your quick movements occur in sync with the moments when the wolves attack you.

The animals surrounding you are attacking you from all sides at the same time. The fast speed of their bestial reflexes allows them to inflict several wounds on you. Your scale-mail coat protects you from a couple of wounds. However, sharp wolf fangs pierce your flesh in several places (thigh, left shin, left wrist).

There are already many wounds on your body. Your blood is dripping onto the snow more and more abundantly.

But you don't feel pain on such a scale that the sensation paralyzes your actions. You don't have pain shock.

On the contrary, you feel a powerful desire to kill. A wild desire to brutally shred the bodies of your enemies.

You let out a frantic cry of battle rage: “I will tear your flesh to pieces, bastards!”

The speed of your movements is as fast as the speed of the wolves. You might even attack a little faster.

A couple of wolves try to jump on you and knock your body to the ground. If they succeed, then your **** will be inevitable.

Jumping of large animals. Bites from sharp wolf teeth.

You quickly turn around, striking with your weapon in a circular trajectory.

Your ax splits the skull of one wolf. The second wolf, who tried to knock you to the ground, gets hit in the throat with a sword blade.

So, two more corpses of beasts.

The pain from the wounds slowly increases. But you ignore this pain. There is no fear in your mind. You are filled with a lust for ****.

You unleash a series of lightning fast strikes. Steel cuts through the wolves' flesh again and again. If some of the beasts manage to inflict a wound on you, then we can say that this in no way allows them to avoid **** from your weapon.

The space around you no longer resembles a forest clearing. This space looks more like a blood-stained slaughterhouse. Around you lie bloody pieces of meat that were recently the bodies of wolves.

A bloody veil of hatred obscures your vision. All your attention is focused on finding a new target to kill.

All your thoughts are about one thing: “Kill the enemy! Tear him apart! And then kill the next one!”

What is happening now is incomparable with the experience of past wolf hunts: previously, you, like other hunters, carried out similar hunts from ambush (mostly small arms were used). Now everything is different.

Now there is some kind of bloody madness going on. An incredible fight with a huge pack of wolves at the closest possible distance. A fight between one hunter and many opponents.

The collision of two opposing sides in this bloody battle is like a powerful wave colliding with a coastal cliff. However, oddly enough, so far in this metaphor you are the rock, and not your opponents who have a numerical advantage.

Suddenly, a deafeningly powerful wolf howl sounds over the clearing.

A loud and prolonged wolf howl, which is several times stronger than anything you have heard before.

Even through the veil of battle rage, you feel that something... big is approaching.

The wolves that attacked you retreat.

One after another, these predatory beasts run deep into the forest.

After a couple of seconds, the reason for what happened is revealed to your eyes.

You see the one who was emitting this powerful howl jumping into the clearing.

Your stunned gaze sees a huge (about three meters in height) wolf-like monster, which is covered with white fur, has a wolf's muzzle with fangs bared in furious rage (the size of each of which is almost equal to the length of a dagger). This wolf-like monster stands on its hind legs like a man standing on his feet. The front paws of this monster are long. It is like muscular arms with sharp claws.

And this disgusting monster is looking straight into your eyes.

And then he says in a growling powerful voice, the sound of which makes you feel a strange pulsation in your head: “Impressive! You're not so pathetic if you managed to survive..."

You have time to think: “What the fuck!? This monster can talk?! Doesn't matter! I'll kill him too!"

Rage pulses through your mind and fills every fiber of your body with strength never seen before. Your speed is amazingly high.

You charge at the white-furred wolf-like monster, swinging your weapon. A little more and your ax will pierce his vile skull, and your steel sword will pierce his heart.

You are close to your enemy.

A bit more…

But…

A couple of steps before the goal, a sharp increase in heat occurs in your head. The pulsation in your blood becomes unbearable.

Pulses of pain shoot through your entire body.

You fall to your knees.

You manage to notice that the wolf-like monster is making strange gestures with its hands. Some translucent fog appears between his fingers in the form of a small sphere. A trickle of this fog rushes towards you. The fog touches your body and spreads. The fog reaches your head.

Do you see how the frighteningly disgusting face of the wolf-like monster reflects a certain grimace that could be mistaken for... a smile?! Terrible sharp fangs make this “smile” something of a symbol of painful ****.

You try to get up and attack again.

But for some reason it doesn't work out for you. Moreover, you experience muscle weakening and partial paralysis. The weapon falls from your hands. A steel sword, the blade of which is red with blood, and a small steel ax fall powerlessly to the ground.

The monster sniffs and mockingly says: “So... My guess was correct... I smell the potion... This potion helped you... My sister's potion. Well, you'd probably like to continue the fight and kill me. You probably now feel furious rage and a desire to tear your enemies into bloody pieces?”

These words correspond to reality. The weakness of your body does nothing to eliminate the fact that your mind is now dominated by violent hatred and a passionate desire to kill your enemies in the most brutal way possible.

You look at the wolf-like monster with an angry gaze. If you could, you would have started hitting him with your hands. Or even bite with your teeth.

The instinct of self-preservation in your consciousness seems to be drowned out.

The wolf-like monster approaches you closely and says: “You would be very surprised if you knew the ingredients of that potion! Ha! Ha! Thanks to what you drank, you won't be able to harm me now. However, there is something I can do with you..."

The monster grabs your throat with its left hand and lifts your body off the ground.

You feel severely suffocated.

The wolf-like monster's right hand approaches your chest.

A bit more…

Will the monster now just disembowel your body with its sharp claws?!

The claw rips a small sheath containing a silver dagger from your body. The dagger falls to the ground.

The monster then rips the damaged scale-mail coat off your body.

A sharp claw approaches your defenseless chest.

Touching the skin...

It's like a sharp blade.

Blood appears on your skin.

Just one move and you'll be dead.

However, instead of killing you quickly, the monster draws some strange symbol on your chest.

Something strange…

It looks like a seven-pointed star with long branches and a small triangle in the center.

And the next moment the disgusting mouth of a monster with large sharp fangs is approaching your face.

Fast movement.

Bite in the area between the neck and forearm.

The fangs sink into your flesh.

You scream in hellish pain.

The pulsation in your head increases to an extremely high level. You feel like your head is going to explode.

The monster throws your body to the ground and moves away.

But he doesn't leave.

He stands nearby and watches.

You are lying on the bloody snow.

You reach your hand towards the steel sword.

However, you do not have time to grab the weapon.

Suddenly a wave of pain runs through your entire body. This is felt not only in the area of your wounds. Hellish pain permeates every part of the body. It's as if a new wound is being created inside every bone you have. You scream furiously on your hands and knees.

Something strange is happening. Your clothes are torn. Your bones begin to grow. Your body begins to change rapidly. This is a very painful metamorphosis.

After ten seconds the pain stops. There is no weakness in your body. You're standing up.

Looking around your body, you see that your hands... these are not human hands!? These are something similar to the limbs of that wolf-like monster that bit you! The only difference is that your “arms” are covered in dark brown fur rather than white fur. Instead of normal human fingers, you have something monstrous with sharp claws that look like daggers.

What were your clothes are now lying on the bloody snow. These are just pathetic scraps of fabric. Your body has doubled in size. You have become bigger and stronger. Now your body is not the body of an ordinary human. This is the body of what is called a werewolf.

The white-haired wolf-like monster looks at you and says: “Now follow me. You will be a useful servant in the service of the Horned Overlord."

Your mind and your perceptions are filled with conflicting sensations. You smell many new smells. It seems that you can detect even faint odors within a radius of a couple of kilometers.

The fury, wild rage in your mind has not gone away. You would happily tear someone's body into bloody pieces.

However, when you look at the white-haired wolf-like monster, you feel a strange desire... For some unknown reason, you cannot bring yourself to attack it. You want to follow him.

The white-haired werewolf quickly disappears into the thicket of the forest. You follow him.