Everything about the situation felt off.
Alexander took the offered cup of hot water but subtly set it aside on the table without drinking.
“Excuse me, are there any villages or towns nearby?” he asked.
The old woman’s smile faltered slightly when she noticed he hadn’t touched the drink.
“It’s already quite late. The town will be asleep by now. Why don’t you stay here for the night?”
Alexander’s gaze swept across the small cabin.
It clearly wasn’t built for guests.
“No, thank you,” he replied firmly.
Seeing his determination, the old woman looked reluctant but eventually pointed him in a direction.
“If you continue straight from here, you’ll reach a village before long but the forest is dangerous at night. It would be wiser to wait until dawn.”
Alexander thanked her politely and left.
He had no intention of staying.
The old woman stood outside the house, watching Alexander disappear into the darkness, before slowly retracting her gaze.
“Clever little fellow.”
About twenty minutes later, the lights of a small village came into view.
A sturdy wall encircled it, lined with torches spaced every few meters.
The entire settlement glowed brightly, clearly meant to keep something at bay.
“Who’s there!” a patrol of militiamen called out as he emerged from the darkness.
Several pairs of nervous eyes locked onto him.
“Don’t be nervous. I’m just a traveler passing through,” Alexander said, stepping into the torchlight with open hands.
The militiamen relaxed a fraction upon seeing he was human, but their wariness returned quickly. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“It’s the middle of the night. How did you make it through the forest?”
“I walked,” Alexander replied simply.
The militia leader studied him.
“You didn’t encounter anything… strange?”
“You mean the wolf-like monsters? I ran into one and killed it.”
“Killed it?”
The militiamen stared in open disbelief.
They knew better than anyone how dangerous werewolves were.
Even with fire and silver weapons, it usually took a full team of experienced hunters to bring one down and they still suffered heavy losses.
One man killing a werewolf alone?
Impossible.
Before they could respond, a piercing howl echoed from the darkness.
“Awooo!”
The militiamen tensed instantly.
“It’s a werewolf, hurry and come in!”
“Ring the bell, we’ve encountered a werewolf!
A massive, hungry werewolf burst from the underbrush, its crimson eyes burning with feral hunger.
It showed no fear of the torches.
“This werewolf isn’t afraid of fire!”
“It must have been hungry for too long, prepare for battle!”
“Traveler, come over here quickly, don’t be foolish!”
The militiamen rang the warning bell and raised their weapons with shaking hands. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
They shouted for Alexander to get inside the wall, but he ignored them and walked straight toward the charging beast.
The militiamen watched in horror, expecting a gruesome end.
Instead, Alexander moved with terrifying speed.
As the werewolf lunged, he slammed a powerful hand onto its head and drove it face-first into the ground with a heavy thud.
The nearly two-and-a-half-meter beast was pinned helplessly beneath his grip.
Alexander’s expression remained cold and focused.
He drew a short-barreled shotgun from beneath his coat, pressed it against the werewolf’s skull, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The blast shattered its head in a burst of fire and smoke.
“Lost lamb,” he murmured quietly, “return to the embrace of the Lord.”
He extended his hand.
“Sacrifice.”
A flash of light consumed the corpse.
Alexander felt a modest surge of power, though less dramatic than before.
The stronger he grew, the more it took to advance further.
“May God bless you, Amen!”
He holstered the weapon and turned back toward the wall.
The militiamen stared with wide-eyed shock, fear, and awe.
A powerful werewolf, dispatched so effortlessly, it felt like a dream.
“Can I come in now?” Alexander asked.
Their expressions shifted to something closer to reverence.
In this world, strength commanded respect.