Astonishment
907 Words
When Norm made his appearance in the inn, everyone was huddled around Patient in a state of great anxiety. He promptly stepped forward to offer medical assistance, which mainly involved dressing the wound, cleansing it thoroughly, and staunching the bleeding.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a green vial and sprinkled a bit of its contents onto the wound. To everyone's amazement, the wound then began to heal miraculously. Olivia was left completely dumbfounded. I mean, he actually used something like this! In modern medicine, there surely isn't a potion of this kind. It seemed more like something from an ancient spellcasting tradition.
Nevertheless, as his conduct did not affect her in any way, Olivia chose to remain silent.
Witnessing the patient's gradual recovery and having escorted him back to his room, the others then settled in the inn's living room to chat. Gazing up at the moon hanging overhead on this dark and windy night, they launched into a lively conversation.
"Do you know the legend of werewolves?" one of them inquired. "They can shift from being a wolf into a gigantic and fearsome beast during such dark and windy nights. And they'll end up doing some rather brutal things, completely out of control."
While the group was engaged in conversation, the doctor had quietly slipped away from the inn of his own accord.
Once he stepped out of the inn and trekked several kilometers through the vast, dark thickets, a beautiful woman with flowing long hair emerged in the jungle. She was leaning against a large tree, her laughter directed at him in a mocking tone.
Iris stated, "I am aware of the reason for your presence here. You have come in search of the beloved with whom you are destined, the one marked in your fate. However, your actions are fraught with peril."
The moment he laid eyes on her, an uncontrollable fury surged within . his teeth morphed into razor-sharp wolf fangs. Had inched closer, norm could have sunk she into her neck, endangering her life. Yet the vestige of his sanity prevailed, curbing those violent impulses.
norm simply couldn't act that way towards Iris. She was dispatched by the tribal chief to monitor him. As he drove a red sports car along the highway, Iris occupied the rear seat. In her arms was a dog, her newly acquired pet.
Iris and Norm made their abode in a rather remarkable house. It was an ancient and imposing villa, which had graced the same spot for several centuries, bearing silent witness to the passage of time and the changing of the eras. The structure, though originally constructed from top-quality wood that spoke of elegance and refinement, had inevitably succumbed to the unrelenting erosion inflicted by the years. The once-smooth surfaces had become weathered, and here and there, small signs of decay were visible.
Consequently, Norm, being a responsible occupant, would at regular intervals engage in the task of maintaining and repairing the house. He would carefully inspect every nook and cranny, replacing worn-out planks, tightening loose fittings, and applying fresh coats of protective finish to ensure the villa's continued endurance.
Iris's room was situated on the uppermost floor of this venerable dwelling. After she stepped into the room, with the newly adopted dog snugly cradled in her arms, she briskly closed the door. From the outside, the room was a mystery. What was she engaged in within those four walls? There was no way to tell. All that was known was that she had a duty to fulfill. committed to reporting norm’s actions to the leader in the most precise and comprehensive manner imaginable. No detail, no matter how insignificant it might seem, was overlooked. Every movement, every conversation, and every thought that might have a bearing on the matters at hand was dutifully conveyed.
If one were to question how Norm came to possess such knowledge, the answer lies in his extraordinary ability as a werewolf. When he undergoes the transformation and assumes his lupine form, a remarkable psychic bond is established among his kind. This unique connection enables them to share thoughts, emotions, and even memories
norm had been perpetually on guard, deliberately shying away from locking gazes with Olivia's coffee-colored eyes. There was an inexplicable and almost otherworldly allure about those eyes, as if they were the epicenter of a potent and bewitching charm that could ensnare one's very being.
It was a strange and disconcerting sensation, one that defied logic and seemed to be an inherent part of the mysterious and fateful connection known as the love between soul-marked lovers. This was not a typical affection but rather a force of nature that seemed to override common sense and self-control, drawing them inexorably towards an unknown and perhaps perilous destiny.
The following day, the sun emerged. Subsequently, the hotel guests flocked outside to bask in the sunlight and commenced climbing the mountain that skirted the foot of the hillside.
They were exploring the mountain, and every so often, truffles would come into view.
Olivia caught sight of a wild dog sprinting. Truth be told, it was nearly impossible for her not to recall the green eyes she had witnessed that fateful night.
During her moments of ennui, she would retreat to the hotel's storeroom, rummaging around within. Therein, she espied papers and paintbrushes.
Eventually, her search culminated in the discovery of a painting, upon which was illustrated a werewolf.
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