The Chronicles Of Redemption

odlands and dense forests. Isolated from the rest of the world, this hamlet seemed

n the buildings like streams of stone. The village was bathed in an atmosphere of tranquilit

calloused hands. He had grown up in Bois-Sombre and knew every corner of the surro

or did not believe in the werewolf stories that fueled conversations during the long winter night

y morning, Victor got up before dawn to go into the forest. He spent hours there, observing the animal movements, tracking game and cutting wood.

a sacred ritual for Victor, a way to relax and maintain ties with your community.However, each evening, inevitably, the conversations drifted towards the legends of the village. The werewolf stories kept coming back, told in detail always more frightening and

with amusement. For him, there was no no tangible pr

inary wolves. There was no no reason to believe in a human transf

moon approached, discus

ces were serious and the

an from the neighboring village, who disappeared during the last full moon. She described with frightening pr

o scare us," he declared confidently. "There is no no werewolf. This young man was probab

s were those of a man blind to reality. "You're too confident, Victor,

ou expla

ders. "Wolves howl, that'

ey

dangers, why invent monsters? »But this time, th

taring at Victor. "You don't have never seen the beast, Vi

s not going to convince his companions that evening. He finished his beer in silence

ut

at this is all

est with a silvery glow, creating eerie shadows. But Victor did not let himself be intimidat

lf with his rifle, provisions and his hunting knife, then plunged into the forest. He intended to

carefully, examining every lead and clue. He knew these woods by heart, but this t

d and ordinary beauty. However, As the sun set, Victor felt a strange sensation, as if something was watching him

cks. He lit a fire to warm himself and chased from his mind the legends that conti

traightened up, all his senses on alert. This howl was different, deeper, more powerful. His heart accelerated de

ilence fell again, oppressive

He squeezed his rifle, ready for any eventuality. A massive silhouette loomed

emed match the villagers' descriptions. But he couldn't let himself overw

. It was a man, tall and muscular, but his features were distorted by pain intense. His

w meters from Victor,

p me

before losing

rom man. Turning it over, he saw the claw and bite marks. on his body, wounds inflicted by a w

erstood that the legends

d to understand what was happening actually in Da

uth and redemption that would change his life