I had felt the fire at the beggining, as if my whole body was becoming ashes. Then, it was the cold that came, the ice that covered my scorched muscles. Finally, the warm of life. As if my bones were rebuilt inside of me, they came back to their rightful places.

When I opened my eyes, the world had changed. All the colors and the intensities, the shapes, the forms in the barn. Then I heard him. Something in my mind recognized him. My four legs, suddenly feeling as iron in the darkess of the night, took me to him. His red eyes were the only thing I remembered.

That, and the bite.