A ruined temple, in the middle of it a circle drawn in chalk. The beast has sacrificed his arm and for what? You.

"Lyrr viva tou conquieta Aeterrno amora"

a familiar chorus comes from the wolf, a spell that you, the witch, taught him. Just a seconds later, your eyes open, you are alive again. The werewolf is ecstatic, gently coddling your body

"My amora, it worked! You are back...I will never let anything happen to you ever again"