Legend of the Black Claw Chapter 10 part 12

“I had initially intended to get a human with child in order to then take the child’s body, yes but then… well I fell in love with the woman. I thought, ya know, I’d try the whole wife and kids thing. It was pretty nice. Then some bastard out hunting shot me with an arrow, killed me and skinned my wolf! Fahlene, she wasn’t a sensitive, she couldn’t hear or see me after I lost my body and the kids were too young. I watched over them for a few months but then the Step interfered, more importantly that bastard shepherd of the dead, Da’ath! He sent me, ME, to the void! He said I was dangerous. Can you imagine? So, I spent countless millennia trapped in that hell hole of a supernatural Alcatraz. Once I escaped I went looking for Fahlene and the kids, not realizing the time that had passed. She was dead, the boys since grown and scattered. They had made entire tribes, ones that were worshipping me as a God…I was impressed. I decided that I wasn’t going to mess with them, they seemed to have things under control… and I went and tried a few more times to collect a body as I had originally intended, knowing I could never love another  like Fahlene.”

“Wait… so you made more werewolves?” I interrupted.

“Not exactly werewolves… more like were-creatures. I admit I struggled with some of the animals I had to use; big cats, snakes, horses, bears and deer… fish, I think too…honestly, I lost count.” Feral mused nonchalantly. I stared in disbelief.

“Fish?” I echoed.

“Yes… that’s a long story for another time though. Needless to say humans will be really surprised if they manage to get any deeper in the ocean.” Feral muttered.

“The creatures I produce seem to be incredibly fertile, which is why I like to consider myself a fertility God, as well. They just multiply like crazy. Sadly some of them only turned out males, like the horse-men and snake-men... It resulted in kidnapping female humans. Like I said, I’m not perfect! So, everything was going really well, my children were flourishing and I almost felt whole again. Then I realized that the wolves were infighting. I couldn’t stop them… I had no power and the bodies I inhabited died very quickly. If I showed myself in spirit form that bastard Da’ath would nab me and if I stayed in the bodies I inhabited then I’d die again and Da’ath would nab me anyway! I was at a loss and forced to watch as you boys fought. Then came Ulveress… you know, I tried to talk to her. She was open and very powerful but sadly she seemed to inherit her father’s mental flaws. I had to watch as she wiped the wolves out systematically with her debauched, blasphemous creatures. I knew I had to do something so I decided that I’d start little, one female human at a time. I’d give my favorite son a gift first then move to the others.  I know what you want to know… can I break Ulveress’ curse on the females. No, I can’t. Only she can break it. The only way to save the race is to breed more that are immune, like Vita.” Feral said.
I saw Daneel’s face drop, her eyes going glassy. She had a daughter and a sister that were fated to eventually die from this curse and now even her creator was telling her it was hopeless for them. It made me angry.

“I don’t believe that… there has to be another way.” I stated, lifting my chin.
“If there is, it has escaped me. I’ve tried. I mean, I’m not that cruel, not to my own children anyway. I tried breaking the curse. I can’t get through to the Sylain where Ulveress hides.” Feral admitted.

“What about the Step?” I asked.

“Ha! They are Just as racist as the Ljusalf were… no, they would never assist something born of a land spirit, especially me. Ulveress is not a large concern for them, though she should be. We are on our own in this.” Feral said.

“Are my brothers alive?” Rollo asked suddenly.

“Yes…” Feral stated quietly.

“I do not know where they are. They keep moving. I haven’t felt Valieze in a long time, though. He keeps moving from dimension to dimension. ”

“I don’t think your magic is working, shaman. He’s lying.” Rollo said. Carter furrowed his brows.

“It is working…” He muttered, confused.

“Fenris killed Haroldr, it’s why I stepped in and helped defeat him. We locked him away in a cave with iron shackles. There is no way he got out.” Rollo stated. I looked at Carter.

“Is there a way he could be lying?” I asked. Carter shook his head.

“I’m not lying! Fen didn’t kill Gaul and stop calling him Haroldr, his name is Gaul! Fen pushed him into a glacier crevasse… he didn’t kill him. I managed a spell to put him to sleep and keep him alive until I was able to get him out. Well, that didn’t go so well and it froze over… but he is alive!” Feral said adamantly.

“What about Fenris? Are you saying he’s loose?” Rollo wanted to know.

“Oh yes and let me tell you, locking him away in that cave didn’t do him any good. He’s… hmm… he has a group of wolves he’s made that prowl the United States on motorcycles. They call themselves the Silverhand. He’s made about ninety wolves. Did you ever come across them in your travel’s shaman?” Feral asked spitefully.

“I heard rumors.” He said.

“And Chibiabos, what about him?” Rollo asked.

“Valieze,” Feral corrected, “Is traveling between veils. He vanishes from my eyes and I… can’t find him.”
Rollo got up suddenly.

“Can you turn him off now?” He asked.

“Hold up! I want to know if he can remove this bond thing, first.” I said. Rollo glared at me but he didn’t say anything.