Then the rain began to fall…
Drop by drop, until it felt like the sky was crying with him.
And with each drop, the buried rage in his chest began to awaken—slowly, steadily.
He felt himself tearing apart…
A twisting in his heart, then in his body…
He couldn't hold it in anymore, and there it was—the curse within him rising once again.
He became a wolf, lifting his head toward the sky and howling…
A howl not of attack, but of mourning… of pain.
The sound was heard from inside the house…
The children panicked, the windows trembled, but silence returned quickly.
No one came near.
He left the garden quietly, as if the howl was a farewell… or a confession.
And once he crossed the boundary of the house, he returned to his human form.
He walked aimlessly, his steps leading him through the city,
And with every step, a memory ignited…
There, in the corners of his mind, he remembered what he had seen between Sarah and the doctor.
He remembered the glances… the silence that carried more than a thousand words.
The betrayal… was not one-sided.
He realized the painful truth:
She was betraying him too.
A feeling surged within him, fiercer than pain…
Burning emotions, like fire rising from his soul, ripping his heart apart…
And suddenly, in the middle of the crowd, without thinking—he transformed again.
But this time, into a jaguar.
A raging beast, born from the heart of a broken man.
People screamed and scattered.
Phones were raised, recording the scene…
But he saw none of it—only his rage.
He roared.
A roar that erupted from the depths of his soul,
As if pouring out everything he could never say.
Minutes later, a wildlife protection vehicle arrived and stopped in front of him.
Trained men stepped out—armed, ready, with nets and fearless faces.
They approached cautiously, prepared to capture him… imprison him… or kill him, if necessary.
But he wasn't just an animal.
He was a wounded man inside a furious beast.
And the fight began.
The first net was launched at him—but he dodged it with the grace of a creature who knew his ground well.
He leapt onto the vehicle, leaving deep claw marks on its metal frame, then lunged at one of the men, who fell to the ground, writhing from the impact.
He wasn't killing.
He was defending… protecting his rage… screaming without words.
But they didn't understand.
One of them fired a tranquilizer dart—
It lodged into his shoulder,
But he didn't fall.
Instead, he roared—a roar that shook the city's windows and deafened the sky.
His eyes began to change…
Igniting with a strange color between gold and blood-red.
And in the end—
He fell into their trap.
Wounded… and broken