Luvinus felt the cold in his thick fur before he even opened his eyes. He couldn’t tell how long he had been unconscious, all he remembered was being shot with a silver bullet. The thought reminded him of the excruciating pain. The wound throbbed and made him open his eyes.

Ice cold. Humidity. Grey, rough walls meeting the ceiling of the same colour and texture. Far in the distance he could hear water drops smoothly rolling down the walls. Something imperceptible but only to a werewolf. Underneath him there was something soft and earthy. His snout told him what it was before his paws did. Straw. He was laying on a straw bed, somebody had taken him there.

It took him a few moments to understand he was in a cave. He got up, not without a growl of pain as the wound reminded him too much how vulnerable a creature like him was to silver. He blinked his eyes and focused. There were torches here and there, stuck on iron hooks. He didn’t need them to see but they gave him some comfort for some reason.

Energies. His bulky body perceived different energies, some more powerful, more dominant than others. But one thing he was sure. He was among his kind. Such might, even if emanating from an omega, could only mean a Hatian werewolf.

Then he focused one a single energy that took over his body like a powerful wave. Such power, such might, a force that almost bent him, could only exude from the Alpha of all Alphas. Sirius. He was in Sirius’ lair.