Okay. Turn myself into a wolf. Easy. Arkadi had made me understand with gestures that to enter through the place referred to by Eliott, without too many injuries, I had to transform myself.
In theory, it was simple. Only, I had undergone two mutations, one of which was caused by the moon, and the other, I owed to my interbreeding. I still couldn’t change on command.
Even this Berserker mode mentioned by Rahen remained a mystery in the way it worked.
I had told a quick, succinct version of my misadventures to Eliott and he proved to be extraordinarily handy, explaining to me that the Berserker was a state of mystical fury among Celtic warriors. A state allowing them to accomplish real inhuman feats. He even told me that three species of animals were associated with this state: the boar,
