One Month Later
That month had been very hard on Viktor. He stayed mostly in the woods and had been camping out since his last cycle. It was to avoid detection after the accidents that took place while he was a wolf last.
Even though he were in the 21st century, it was an old fear that made him skittish about people finding out what he was. The humans in todayās world didnāt believe in the old vampire/werewolf/monster thing which was an advantage to an extent. Though, with this cycle, he needed to eat better. frozen hunks of brisket wouldnāt tame his inner wolf this time. He needed to hunt, he needed to kill something.
Going out that night, he followed his nose to a nearby farm with a house of hens. Easy kill, easy meal. Or so he thought. The farmer was sitting o on his porch, and must have heard the hens going crazy, because he heard shots fired, and felt the air around him disturbed with the passing bullets. Lifting his large head, he clamped down on the chicken he had and bolted weaving back through the trees and towards his campsite in hopes of loosing the man. I didnāt seem to work, seeing as the man was still hot on his tail. Panicking, he dropped the hen and change direction to the town he had visited earlier, darting between house alleys and weaving towards the familiar floral scent he knew was Francis. He saw from a distance that the door was open and darted in without thinking, making his way into the manās bedroom and crawling under his bed
The thought of a home invader lasted but only a brief moment. Paranoia, he told himself, shaking his head. Closing the lid to the trash bin, he made his way back inside his home, pondering the idea of whether he wanted a shower or a bath. It had been a long day and he smelled of dirt, potpourri, and chemicals. A hot anything sounded wonderful at this point.
His bedroom was not too far from the rear entrance to the house, just past the kitchen on the right, It had a connecting bathroom, not quite a master bath, as it had another door which lead to the other side of the hallway. It never seemed odd to him, since he had lived his entire life in the house. It was his parents old bedroom, while his childhood bedroom was in the lower level of the house and was currently the guest/storage room.
Passing through the bedroom, he turned on the light for the bathroom and turned on the water for the tub. Heād switch it to the shower later, if he felt like it, but for now the water needed to heat up.
