44. Cyrus Transformed. 

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If Cyrus felt any better at this moment, it was a lie. He was still in pain and his effort to come out of the pain did not work and not even his regeneration could save him.

Suddenly as the witch stopped her evil laughter, she stared at him for a while and slowly paced in the hut.

Each step she took, she forged her hands in a strange way. Though she spoke no words, her mouth was moving.

For a short moment, nothing happened, not until Cyrus began to feel some changes within. He suddenly realised that one of his lower bodies was starting to feel numb; at the same time, his pain was being suppressed.

At this time, his heart which was going to explode stopped causing him misery and his leg grew numb which soon festered into his both legs being numb then his hands being numb until his whole body aside from his consciousness and his heart was numb.

A smirk the witch rendered seeing Cyrus laid on the ground and could not be able to talk nor move no matter how much he tried.

She walked closer to him and with her fingers, she opened his teeth and saw the fangs in his teeth.

Just at this moment, the witch of the hut with her long sharpened nails stung his tooth gum and pulled out two of his fangs one after another.

Cyrus could do nothing but his thoughts were not good. If he would have his freedom, the witch would not even be graced into becoming a "turned".

He only moved his eyes around and followed every step of the witch to see what she was going to do with his teeth.

Without any words and in the darkness and faint night inside of the hut, the witch walked backwards to the pot which rendered smoke in the hut and threw the fangs inside of the portion.

When she opened her palm, a wooden spoon suddenly appeared in her palm and she grabbed it more firmly and deepened the spoon inside the pot.

She began to steer and with her other hand began to rub her thumb and her middle finger together as a way that she was squeezing some ingredients inside of the pot.

But she was not, it was rather beyond what Cyrus could see because he saw she was only squeezing the tiniest air.

For the whole time, she did this, a thicker smoke emitted from the pot and this smoke was of different thickness and colour.

Again the witch steered the pot and stopped and with both hands, she opened her palm again. Suddenly, a thicker hair appeared on her palm and she threw it inside of the pot.

While she did this, she expressed a silent evil laugh as she widened her cheek and stared at the pot. She perceived the aroma that came out of her portion.

"This is becoming it." She whispered to herself.

Cyrus still looked at her. He wished he could talk and threatened the witch because he knew the elders would search for him if they couldn't find him and he would enjoy whatever they would do unto her.

"Can the living find the dead?" The witch said almost immediately as she heard his thoughts.

Cyrus almost furrowed his eyebrows as he heard the witch but he could not. Only his eyes and heart were still working.

Even if he expected her to say something more, she did not. She only welcomed silence as she concentrated more on steering the portion.

There was more smoke coming out and a more delicious aroma from the portion. And suddenly, when she opened her palm again, a small black container appeared in it.

She took some of the portions into the container and began walking toward Cyrus thus slowly.

In his thought, he would have sprinted away and grabbed her from behind and stung his teeth into her neck before he would snap her neck just after he satisfied himself and he would burn her body and feed her flesh to the birds of the sky.

"But of course, those are only a thought." The witch interrupted as she already walked toward him and only with the snap of her left fingers did Cyrus open his mouth through the force of her magic.

Slowly and gently, the witch of the hut poured the portion into his mouth and he gulped it down according to the flow of the portion into his mouth.

At this moment the witch smirked. "The child shall become the evil to the father, and the monster the father hated, and he will hunt them and bring them to perish."

Cyrus screamed. The effect of the potion was already happening and his numb body became alive. Suddenly, he began to grow hair from his body and his bones began to rupture slowly and slowly.

"What have you done?" He yelled in an attempt to grab the witch.

But even when the witch stood before him, his hands only went through her and she exploded in a burst of laughter.

The pain was unbearable, his bones began to snap and each sound of it was louder than a split carrot.

At this moment, he was getting bigger and thus stronger. His head protruded a pair of sharp bones out of his skull and all his bodies were now of a black skin.

"Yes.." the witch said to herself, seeing the magnificent wolf Cyrus became.

But this was not all. The witch at this moment stared at him and she snapped her fingers at once and in this strength, Cyrus forgot what he was and he will only adhere to the interest of the witch.

Only at this time, did his aggressiveness become subdued and he became calm.

This only made the witch smirk some more before she snapped her fingers again a little more gently and Cyrus was shapeshifted back into his proper look though he still could not remember what and who he used to be.