If I can start over: A new world

VII. Secrets. Part 3

Vuk then, took a few steps forward, at the same time as the ogre. Crouching, like a feline protecting its food, he got closer and closer to his adversary. Suddenly, Vuk began to writhe on the ground. The transformation only lasted a few seconds, but it was incredible. His plump arms were stretched to a meter in length and at least eight inches in diameter in thickness. Its legs twisted, stretched, and took the shape of hooves adorned by splendid claws so long and sharp they looked like knives fresh from the factory. Hair began to sprout from each of her pores, and when it was finished, it was already covered in a thick brown layer that gleamed in the moonlight.

He stood on two legs, and I could swear he was even taller than the ogre. For good reason, he was wearing those rags. The skin of the animal once belonged to stretched completely around him, fitting his body and being firmly attached.

They both glared at each other, but it was Vuk who started the brawl. He launched himself at the ogre's legs, covered only by a baggy of torn and filthy cloth. It unbalanced him and threw him to the ground. The ogre supported himself with his left arm, and with the other, he managed to brandish the gigantic mallet that the monster was carrying, but he couldn't give anything other than the snow that began to fall at dawn.

Vuk jumped back and crouched between his legs again, waited for the ogre to stand up, to jump at his face, and put the full weight of his now-massive body on top. The ogre managed to wedge the sledgehammer between Vuk's teeth and his green face, and with a push, he threw the wolf toward Building Three.

Agile, the wolf sustained the skid with its hind legs, squatted, and lunged again at the ogre. I saw the boy in the lead shirt start to flee, so I tried to chase him, but I was intercepted by the fetid beast, which had thrown Vuk into the air for the second time. He raised the huge mallet above my head, with the mere intention of crushing everything around me, including me.

Suddenly, I spotted an ocher shadow from the corner of my eye. Vuk tackled the ogre, right in the ribs, right there where he left bare when he had to use all the strength in his arms to lift the massive weight of the mallet. The ogre fell sideways, his weapon skidding through the fresh snow. Vuk placed his left claw around the ogre's neck and impregnated the claws around it, squeezing harder and harder. It raised its right arm, releasing five formidable claws that glittered in the moonlight, about to strike a deadly blow.

"Stop!" I yelled at him, and he obeyed me, without even looking at me and asking what was happening. He simply stopped his paw in midair and hung the ogre mercilessly to the ground. "Where is the other i***t? Francesca, come out..."

"He's not here," Francesca said, free now. "But it has left a fine trail behind. There is teeming energy in the air. Do you want me to guide you?"

"Please... and Vuk." I looked at the tremendous wolf that was once a plump dwarf. "Let go of the ogre. If his Geist was cowardly enough to abandon him... he doesn't deserve it. Let it go."

"He wasn't his teacher," Francesca told me, as Vuk dismounted from the ogre and ran toward me on all fours. "Ogres are not Wätcher, that is, they cannot be a Vormund. They are too lay, too naive."

"So what was it?" The ogre stood up and ran in the opposite direction, losing itself among the graveyard trees.

"One of Varick's followers," replied Vuk, who had already transformed back, leaving a disgusting mix of hair, fur, and snow in his path. "And I bet the boy's too."

"Great," I laughed. "And now you are naked."

"What kind of clothe adjusts itself after being stretched, boy? Do you know any? "He yelled, offended.

"No, since you're the only one I know of your class. Who is Varick, by the way, and why does he control ogres?" I turned and stared into the ewok's dark crimson eyes. "Why his obsession with me? Who was I before all this?"

"Aha!..." smiled the lycanthrope, adjusting his rags. "So you haven't told him." He turned to Francesca this time.

"It is not my duty to update you on your foolish disputes."

"What disputes? Could you give me an update, please?" I said, dazed by what they weren't telling me.

"Calm down kid, we don't want you to hurt anyone by accident. If you want history lessons, I'll teach history lessons." He grinned from ear to ear, pleased with himself as usual. He pulled the rug over his head and covered his hairy legs, to begin his story.