Prologue

My body perceives the moonlight, it is like a thin cascade of water that crosses my skin, I tremble when I feel it for the first time, my back arches and my body begins to ache inordinately, the bones break and a strange fur forms around my body, the first thing I do after writhing from the pain, is howl, howl loudly at the moon.

The flames chase me, the fire that consumed my entire home chases me in a brutal and unbridled way, it does not stop, even when the snow continues to fall, even when the night is so beautiful, the fire manages to persist in that horrific scene.

I can hear the guns firing, the screams of the people behind me, the screams of those who were once my parents and were beginning to transform into horrible beasts, just as I was.

I could see in the dark, smell, and hear more clearly, I was stronger and much faster, but not immune to bullets, I was not entirely indestructible, and less so when it came to silver.

I run as fast as I can, on my four legs, my thick fur protecting me from the cold environment.

I'm scared, I'm too scared to stop, I had to run, that was the only thing I heard my mother say loudly as I was being shot, I could hear everything even being many miles away from them, I didn't expect it, at no time did I expect them to find us, we had spent a long time unnoticed, I was only eight years old and even so, as I ran, I know I felt lost, trapped in a sea of strange feelings.

"One got away!" alerted one of the men wearing a black suit and covered face.

"We must go after him!" warned another.

But there was one man who was the one in command, I could feel it in his presence, as he ran, as he ran very hard.

"Let it go on, at some point, it will run out, and that filthy beast will have to serve us for something else," Seriously that man as he held his gun tightly and began to walk slowly in my direction.

I could hear him, but I could not smell them, my nose had frozen, I was a child, and I did not know that I would seriously get tired and then they would find me.

Until I was exhausted, after so many hours of running I opted to hide inside a hollow tree because a snowstorm had begun to approach, I lay down in that place and the transformation finally gave up to end up returning to normal.

I cry silently in my sleep.

But a strange sound wakes me up as soon as the storm disappears, it is not an animal, I know it by the noise, then a light ends up blinding me. It was flashlights.

"Here it is!" someone shouts.

That was the last thing I managed to hear, they had injected me with something long before I could fully react, my body was paralyzed and my senses were lost.

"They want him alive, make sure it's like this, or else there will be more dead here and they won't be werewolves," threatened the man who was in charge imposingly.

If maybe I had been strong enough and was an adult I would not have had the same luck, would I have escaped, would I have survived? Maybe not.

I struggle to breathe, whatever they gave me knocks me out.

The last thing I can hear is the footsteps of people and many other things as I wake up from that daze.

I take a deep breath.

I open my eyes and come back to myself, I move my hands and my fingertips.

That had only been a nightmare, a very elaborate nightmare.

I move a little, I don't want Vanessa—Camila—well I don't remember her name, I just hope she doesn't wake up because of my rough movements.

I swallow saliva.

I get up and look for my clothes, I'm not going to stay with her all night and much less in her apartment, later she was surely going to want more than what I give and I can't exceed my doses of levity.

I snort.

As soon as I see my boxers over her lacy underwear, it had been a busy night. But not enough to impress me.

I write her a note which says "Thanks for everything, sweetie." I can't risk writing her name because I don't even remember it, it would be too stupid.

I leave that apartment and as I go down the elevator, the women with me are leering at me, I've always caused that effect on women, that tension in their bodies when they see me, the fact that their skin bristles with just one word from me is enough to fall into my clutches.

"Good morning ladies," I greet them in my throaty voice.

The women shudder. I delight every time they wet themselves at the mere sight of me.  I comb my hair back and discover that my driver is standing right at the entrance of the building with the Mercedes right behind me, I hadn't eaten it seemed, it was early in the morning and I thought it was still dark.

After all, I had to drain some of my fluids at that party.

"Omar—good morning," I greeted fresh as I had spent a very busy night.

"Master Victor, I came to pick you up, you have an important meeting," my driver said seriously.

I smiled a little and then I look at him with disdain, I knew what kind of meeting was the one he mentioned.

"Well drive fast, I want to finish quickly to take a bath," I ordered sternly.

Omar quickly opens the back door and approaches the front door to get in. He starts the car and when we are on the road he takes out of my pants pocket the panties of the woman I had slept with, for sure I had more of those, the first thing that attracted me to her was her smell, she had a sweet smell and at the same time a little sour, it was hard for me to distinguish it, but I was not going to waste the opportunity to hunt her down.

My phone rings, and as soon as I answer the first thing I receive in that call is a piece of news.

"Hello, good morning, this is Victor Van Hellfrost," I answer immediately.

"Victor—your father has passed away," I can hear the cries and the broken voice of the man I knew vaguely.

I cut the call and remain silent.