Lycan looked at its claws. Those sharp killing weapons glimmered under the white moonlight.
"Can you turn back?" Siderius said.
Lycan squinted his eyes and looked up to the full moon above.
"If I can hide myself from the moonlight, maybe... But now, its power forces me to stay in this form."
"What do you feel? Hunger? Ferocity? Anger?"
"Hunger!" Lycan blurted out. "I want to feast!"
"Very well. Then tonight we shall feast."
The two of them disappeared into the night.
In the early morning. George stood at the entrance of Santa Roberto, waiting for Siderius' return.
Roland approached him from behind and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Can't sleep?" Roland said.
George shook his head. "I worry about Lord Snow. I know he is strong but..."
"You're afraid Master will hesitate?"
"Yes. Lycan has been his companion for a very long time. They've been together a lot."
