She Belongs To The Devil

Nigel covered his mouth with both of his hands because he was reminded again of the repulsive scene when Wulfric's body was going through so many changes just a while ago. He took a few quick breaths in and then asked Wulfric, "Right! I was told that we transform only on full moons. But we can do that at any time?"

"Yes, we can change into a wolf at any time, but after lots and lots of practice." Wulfric didn't want to scare off Nigel by going into deeper details. So he just gave his brother a smile and assured him, "You will learn it eventually."

Nigel touched his chin and nodded his head. He didn't know anything about the werewolves and every time someone would give him some new piece of information, he would try to remember them for future references.

"So, tell me other things that I need to know about this whole werewolf curse," Nigel asked his experienced brother.

Wulfric puckered his lips and hummed for some time. "You don't know anything, so where do I even start?"

"Umm… maybe start by explaining my new body, I mean what kind of things I can do now that I couldn't do as a human?" Nigel gave him the direction.

Nigel was curious about his new abilities. And he thought that knowing such minor details would be beneficial on the first day of his training in Aberdeen. He didn't want others to think of him as a newborn baby werewolf, which he actually was.

"Let's see…" Wulfric tapped his feet on the floor and thought. It was not that he didn't know anything, it was just that he knew way too many things about the werewolf body and he was having difficulty in deciding where to start from.

"Okay, let's start from our sense of smell. I want you to know that our sense of smell is our greatest ally. You might have noticed that everything has its own distinct smell, humans also know that, but we know it better." Wulfric lifted his hand and brought it near to Nigel's nose and said, "Smell it."

Nigel creased his brows thinking where Wulfric was going with this. But he smelled his hand anyway. "Now what?"

"Now smell yourself," Wulfric was not joking, he was serious.

And Nigel did as he asked. And his eyes were wide open upon the realization. "Oh… my… God… We smell exactly the same."

"Yes. We do because we both are werewolves." Wulfric was enjoying teaching his older brother about the things that he didn't know. "Do you remember what I smelled like when I was in my wolf form?"

Nigel was constantly giving the surprised expression. "Yes. I do. But you smelled different at that time."

Wulfric snapped his fingers and pointed that Nigel was right. "Yes, our smell gets extremely strong when we turn into a wolf. That's how we know if there are any other wolves nearby."

Wulfric rubbed his hands in excitement and continued, "And we know it from this very smell when a new wolf gets turned. Those who transform for the first time, or the virgin turners as we call them, give off at least ten times stronger smell than other werewolves. That's how the clan manages to find them before they do something that they would regret later."

"But you were too far from us, for us to know that you had turned." Wulfric had a sense of relief when he continued, "Luckily, Fenris was there in Wyverndale at the right time and he informed your mother and us about you. Else things might have gone very wrong with the temper that we inherit along with the curse."

"What do you mean by 'things might have gone wrong'?" Nigel could not think of things going any more wrong than gaining the consciousness in front of the Devil, naked.

Wulfric ran his fingers through his raven black hair and stared away from Nigel. He was contemplating whether to tell a tragic story of a virgin turner to Nigel or not. He didn't want to scare Nigel but at the same time, he didn't want Nigel to be oblivious about the woes of werewolves.

"Just tell me already," Nigel gave a nudge to his cousin and asked.

Wulfric finally decided to tell the story. He started speaking in a sad tone, "Once, I heard about a werewolf who tore off his baby sister with his fangs because she was constantly poking him with a stick when he was in his wolf form."

"That was the first time that he turned and it became his last. He was never able to turn back into his human form again. Those who get a taste of human flesh lose their sanity. The clan hunted down that werewolf because that kind poses a great danger to humans as well as to the other werewolves."

Nigel breathed heavily and he looked very sad. He felt discomfort in his heart after hearing that story. "What if I had unintentionally done the same thing to Adeline?" he could not help but think of himself in a similar situation.

"Don't look so worried. You will be taught to control your anger issues and you will also learn to keep your consciousness while you are in the wolf form so that such tragedies won't occur." Wulfric gave a sweet grin to his brother in the hopes of calming him down. Nigel looked really afraid for some reason.

But at the same time, Nigel was also thankful that everyone was at the banquet on the day he turned. He knew that he was having anger control issues since he turned into a werewolf. And he was also thankful to the Devil for not letting him roam around in his wolf form. Instead, he had reverted him back to his human form.

Seeing Nigel lost in his thoughts, Wulfric changed the topic and returned back to the explanation about the sense of smell, "Like I was saying before, we can not only smell different types of animals, foods, and plants, we can also smell the emotion. It is extremely helpful in some situations; like we know when someone is going to be hostile towards us just by smelling them. And we can prepare to fight back beforehand."

"Huh! That might actually be helpful." Nigel was really impressed.

Suddenly, something struck Nigel's mind. A hint of curiosity lingered in Nigel's eyes and he asked his brother, "Did you manage to find me just by smelling me?"

"Yeah, I heard that you were coming and couldn't wait to see you. So I sneaked out from the Palace and after crossing the Enchanted Valley, which is the beacon of werewolves, I could just smell one distinct scent of a werewolf. And I followed it and found you." Wulfric said it as though it was a normal thing to track someone down just by smell alone.

Then he jumped out of the bed and stretched his body to flex his muscles. "Alright brother, see you again in a few hours. I will head back before someone finds out that I am missing from the Palace." And he was ready to jump out of the window.

"Give that blanket back," Nigel shouted before Wulfric could jump and pulled the blanket off of his waist. But seeing his naked brother, he wasn't sure if he could sleep using that same blanket.

Wulfric looked at Nigel from the corner of his eyes and gave a smirk. He stood by the window and taunted Nigel while grinning, "Mine's bigger than yours, isn't it?" And without waiting for Nigel's reply, he immediately jumped out.

"You sure do want to get a good beating, don't you?" Nigel shouted to his shameless brother.. He looked out of the window and watched a wolf vanish in the distance soon after.