Archaeologists know that ancient European boys were given dogs at birth and at the time their bodies changed, so did their souls. They and the dog they’d raised from birth would go to a sacred area, drug themselves, enter a trance and then murder the dog. The dog was cooked and eaten, and the boy took the dog’s soul into his own. It was then that the boy was unleashed on the world. Not his own home village. From their, he was shunned. He was contaminated. Not a man. Not a boy. Not even a human.
What the unlucky saw just before they died was an adolescent boy wearing the skins of the companion he’d raised from a pup. The boy had become the wolf. And now he was the wolf. And the wolf’s job was to kill, to take what was his, to survive, to hide, and yes, in the animal state the boy could rape just like Roman legionary penetrating an enemy city. A sperm fertilizing an unwilling egg.
These boys would be sent in packs to hunt, attacking travelers, stealing their belongings, scavenging their corpses, making everything their own.
When three moons had passed, whatever boys had survived would return to the village. They would become men. Take wives. And make more boys who would make more wolves who would make more men.
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