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"Truly I have no idea what you're asking of me" I said.

"I'm asking what you were doing outside the Tilth place?" repeated guard.

I was getting frustrated. "How many times do I have to tell you. I was coming back from a not so successful hunting trip when I heard yelling. I got to the house just as you got there."

"So you say but tell me Drake where's you blade or your bow? When we found you you had nether."

"I broke my bow trying to get a rabbit and as for my blade I must have forgotten it back at my place"

"Ya a likely story."

argg this guy is really getting on my nerves I thought to myself. At that moment the door opened and walked in another guard "Hank. Father Marcus is here and asking to speak to you."

"Great the quicker we get this execution over with the better."

Execution!

Hank had gotten up and left but not before telling the other guard to 'watch' the prisoners.

I looked over to the only other person in the room. they looked in bad shape. they were tied down to a chair dressed only in ragged leather pants. that aloud me see that they were covered in cuts both shallow and deep ones. Face, neck, arms, legs, chest, and, only assume they back as well, clustered in groups of fives. God only know how they were still survived. Didn't stop me from asking.

"What happened to him?" I asked the guard.

They turned to me with a look of concern on his face. "Werewolf attack. Poor guy."

Those cuts were starting to make sense. There claws marks.

The guard continued. "And after Farther Marcus gives him his last rights he's going straight to the block."

"Can't you do anything to help him?"

He shook his head. "No. The only thing we can do is give him quick death before the beast consumes him. That and prey to Aldaos to have mercy on him."

Okay that annoyed me.

"But if you ask me his getting off easy."

I looked at the guard. "Why?"

"Well Hank believes that Mr. Tilth is responsible for several deaths in the village."

"He's a murder?" Now I was concerned.

The guard shrugged before saying "Hank seemed to think so but he could never prove it."

The door opened again as Hank and another older man entered. The older male had short grey hair and was dress in a Brown robe with white and sky blue fabric belt and sash. I assumed that was Father Marcus.

Father Marcus looked at me for a moment before walking over Mr. Tilth. That gave me a good view of the back of the robes. Between the should blade was the symbol for Albaos. A triangle divided vertically down the middle with a small gap. For the next few minute they held their hand over the prisoner bowed head speaking in a strange language that i didn't recognized. When he was finished he then turned and walked over to me. he moved to place his hand over my head when I looked him in the eyes and asked "Me as well?"he looked straight into my eyes. "I'm afraid so my son." I could see pain in his but I was angry.

"but I he hasn't done anything." said the other guard.

Father Marcus turn to look at him."Guardsman Hank says he's responsible for several murders in the village and that the Mayor signed the order." he handed a piece of parchment to the guard. they looked at it and I could see that Hank looked a little nervous.

but soon spoke while looking right me right and said "See Derric They have both been sentences to death" the hatred in his eye. It was chilling.

Derric look up from the parchment "But Hank you know very well the Mayor left and won't be back in town till tomorrow."

Farther Marcus turned around "Hank is that true?"

Hank, clearly upset, only opened the door and said. "Outside. not in front of the condemned."

The way he said condemned chilled me to the bone.

Why did he hate me so much? I swear Lord Therion if I get through this I will take those hunting lessons.

Hank and Father Marcus left the room. but Derric was told to say back so he walked over to me and said. "I'm sorry for That but when Hank gets like this. "

"He's done this before?"

"Ya. But he's never gone this far."

"Why do this?"

"Here." he hand the parchment to me and read it

Dear Hank.

_ I write this as a quick response to your concerns. I've look over the letter you sent and in the matter of the two werewolf attack victims and, even though it pains me, I agree. A prayer and a quick death is the only thing we can offer them now. Please have Father Marcus give them there last right before the execution._

_ Sign Mayor Samuel K Adam's_

The whole time I was reading I could hear a lot muffled yells coming from outside.

"If he thinks he can do this, he's wrong." said Derric

"But this letter says he can."

He took the letter from again and said with a smile. "This thing. it's a fake. See," He held the letter up and pointed to the lower right corner, "no wax seal. All of the mayor's official letters have them and ordering the execution of not one but two people. Well that's official as it gets. So you've got nothing to worry about."

The prisoner suddenly let out a cry of pain that cause both of us jump and to turn towards him. He was drenched in sweat and seem to be in a great deal of pain as they strained hard against the ropes.

"What's with you?" Derric asked the prisoner. I knew.

They gave groan of strain just before he snapped the rope. the sudden release had caused him to be flung out of the chair and landing onto the floor and to have his left hand brushed my leg. The instant that happened everything around me went dark.

Quickly it started to disperse to reveal I was not in the guard house anymore. Instead I was looking at what looked like a dark cellar of some kind that hadn't been used in years. A dirt floor and stone walls with large cobweb log beam ceiling made up the whole 100 by 40 foot space. At first I thought I was the only one in room but movement to my right said otherwise. through threw the dim I could make out the outline of something. Just like that the room was suddenly awash in light as though responding to my thoughts.

The shape turned out to be a man with their arms chained to the rafters and feet to the ground. They were dress in a linen shirt and leather pants. It was Mr. Tilth and they look terrified of something and a growl from behind told me what. I turn around just in time to see black male werewolf with it mouth open. Saliva dripping from its canine teeth and ember eyes claw tipped hand coming down to strike. I threw up my arms and closed my eyes as Mr. Tilth's cries filling my ears.

When I open them again I saw I was back in the guard house. though Derric had left. A growl and one look at Mr. Tilth told me why. They were now on their hands and knees with body still drench in sweat.

Is it just me or is he bigger.

Another growl and I watch his torso stretch forward and the his muscle swell.

Yep definitely bigger and growing.

I then heard Guardsman Hank and looked toward the closed door. "Fine. Let just get the other prison to the executioner. their waiting."

I looked back over to Mr. Tilth and they were already well into the change. They had grown large black claws on both their hands and there now digitigrades feet. He must have put on over a 150 pounds and grown a good foot and, even though he was still growing, there body was quickly being covered in drak brown fur. Their face was even starting to push out into a canine teeth filled muzzle. "TO LATE!!" I called out just as the prisoner charged through the door into the next room.

I cursed to myself as I quickly removed my own cloths. Leaving only my amulet hanging from my neck. I then Started my only change. I could feel my body began to grow. Now I normally I love the change. It can be quite Pleasant but I was in a hurry so a was making it go fast. Literally pushing it out. that made it hurt. a lot. I was pushing so fast my body was tearing apart faster than I could heal. My bone broke, cracked, and stretched as my muscle and skin was ripping apart causing me to bleed. But the Pain was almost unbearable but only about 10 seconds it was over giving my body a change to heal. Now fully transformed I stood over 7 feet tall with 300 plus pound of large well defined muscle covered in short thick black fur. I groaned in relief and gave a quick stretch before reopening my now amber eyes.

I could clearly hear the former Mr. Tilth fighting in the next room so I rush into the other room and what do I see. Derric, sword in hand, was trying to fend off the brown werewolf attempts to maul his face off. thinking fast I quickly changed and tackled Mr. Tilth right off their feet causing then to let out a yelp of surprise as we when crashing through the far wall and landing in a cloud of dust.

The impact with the ground caused me to lose my grip which allowed Mr. Tilth to break free and disappear into the dust. I got back to my feet and I tried to shake the cobwebs out of my head when a growl to my right cleared it right up. The dust was still thick in the air but, looking towards where the growl came from, I could only see a pair glowing red eyes. Another growl just as the dust was beginning to settle only to show Mr. Tilth charging at me mouth and teeth bared. I braced myself but, just was he got into striking range, he suddenly stopped as something went whizzing between us. Just missing his nose. It was quickly followed by some cursing that drew Mr. Tilth's attention allowing me to gave Mr. Tilth a large body check to throw them server feet away. That gave a moment to see that, in the hole in the wall of the guardhouse, stood Derric. They had a crossbow in their hand as they were fumbling to load another bolt. I turn back to Mr. Tilth so see them turning tail and running for the wood as fast as his 2 legs could carry him.

Noob. I thought. But before I could take a step I heard Derric's fire his crossbow again and to have that bolt embed itself though my right arm and it burned. I looked down at it. it was tipped with silver. I looked Derric in the eyes and grab the back of the bolt. "Oow!" I said before I yanked out the bolt which caused some blood to start running down my arm but I had no time to think about that. Turning back to Chase after Mr. Tilth, I launch myself forward, and started to run on all fours after him using my nose to track him and, even thought the pain in my right arm was preventing me from using it to run at full speed, I was catching up,

I'm not going to let you get away from me this time, and at the village wall I did. They were trying to climb over it but I quickly grabbed their feet and dug my claws in before pulling him down to ground again. They followed by kicking me against the wall before they stood up to slash with their claws. Getting my chest and shoulders several times before I could grab his wrist with my right hand. We growled at each other until he glanced my still bleeding arm. He pulled back his arm and clamped down his full muzzle on my so hard I could hear my arm bone braking. I hastily reach out with my left hand and grab his throat and began to squeeze. That forced him to release his hold on my other arm just to have them kick me in the groin. I buckle over in pain, hands on my groin, trying not to vomit. They took that time to dig there claws of both hands into the back of my shoulders and throw me through the air a good 20 feet leaving deep gouges in my back. He quickly followed up by charging at me, still lay on the ground, and standing with his right foot and claws pressing into my neck. "You DIE!" He growled, and began to press even harder. Each breath getting both harder and shallower. i grabbed onto his foot but i didn't have the strength with only one good arm. The Darkness was Quickly closing in around me...