Krofburg, an isolated comunity in the Ghakis mountain. Teodors home. They had walked up to his old childhood home discussing the past. Both were nervous about how the meeting would go, but Teodor was determined and wanted Erzsebet to meet his family. Despite her own fears and reluctance, she agreed.
Tensions tightened as step by step they headed to the vineyard that was his home. All that remained there was a burned down house. Surely this couldn't be his home. Teodor had become silent as he stared at the house and called out for his family, but there was no reply, and Erzsebet knew why. She stared at the names on the grave stones near the forest. Name after name, tragedy had taken his family from him.
A neighbour came over after hearing the shouting. He did not recognize Teodor at first, but when it dawned on him who he stood before, he was shocked, telling the two lovers that everyone had believed Teodor dead, like his family. Erzsebet knew the pain of loosing your family, but still, it took her time to gather the will to show Teodor the graves.
Soon they learned what had happened. "White Fever". That is what had claimed the house hold, and all its inhabitants. Sorin had spoken before his death of a fear that his past would catch up to him. He had seen a darkly clad woman in the shadows, watching him. Whatever the figure was, real or imagined, it changed not the fact that Teodor was the last of the Dragomir family of Krofburg.
Before Teodor and Erzsebet left the old farm, Teodor was given something, the only thing that was not destroyed. A nightmarish belt that Erzsebet knew all too well. The snarling silver wolf was the last thing she had seen on that wretched day where she lost her innocence and her mother.
The Black Wolf of Teufeldorf.
A fearsome man who comitted many atrocities, a man who haunted Erzsebets nights for eleven years. The laughter of the men as her mother was strangled and she was violated. Pain, and flashes of that belt filled her mind as she looked it over. Disgust, hatred, fear, rage, sorrow.. Erzsebet had found herself in love with the son of the very man who hurt her.
But that man was no more. He was dead.
The Black Wolf of Teufeldorf was no more.