Chapter 3 – Revelation

They had been travelling for seven days by foot. The dragon, which he had named Saphira, had grown surprisingly fast and was now the size of a small horse. They had to make sure she was hidden from the Empire so they had been forced to take rural routes. It would take them another three weeks of travelling to reach Gil'ead.

They had stopped for the night and set up camp. From had started teaching him both swordsmanship and the ancient language in order to learn magic. He was surprisingly good with both and realized that maybe his inner wolf was at fault. Because he was traveling with Brom, he was forced to wait until he fell asleep to turn into a wolf. He didn't do it to hunt; he did it because he reveled in the power he felt when he ran in his wolf form. The speed, the heightened senses and power he felt, he liked it all, sometimes he let his instincts take over and that was when he enjoyed it the most. There was no Empire, no problems, just him and the ground.

This night wasn't going to be any different, he was going to wait for Brom to go to sleep and turn. They ate and sat around the campfire, Eragon was teaching Saphira how to talk and he was making progress. She could only make simple sentences though.

"Eragon" Brom said interrupting his thoughts "Were have you been going at nights" Eragon didn't know what to say, Fury had told him not to tell anyone about him because they might not accept him. But then again, he trusted Brom with the secret of the Dragon Egg. He decided to take a chance, it was not like Brom could kill him and he was the Last Dragon Rider.

"I'm going to tell you something, but first you have to promise in the Ancient Language not to tell anybody unless I give you permission." He said, he trusted Brom, but it was always good to cover his bases. Brom uttered the words and looked at Eragon, signaling he could proceed. He decided that the easiest way to tell him was to show him, and as such started taking his clothes off.

"What the hell are you doing," he asked seeing as Eragon was in the process of removing every piece of clothing he had on.

"I'm showing you what I do every night." He said as he stood stark naked in front of Brom. He reached into his inner fire and let it spread across his body, he felt vapor escaping his body and phased. In front of Brom stood a white wolf eight feet tall. He contacted Brom through his mind.

Remember eight years ago when I got lost in the forest? he asked the stupefied man in front of him. He nodded. I got bit by a werewolf, and since then I've been a werewolf, every night I go for a run.

"Wow, this is amazing" Eragon was taken aback, he didn't expect this reaction from Brom, "I've heard stories about them, but they were thought to be extinct since before the fall. Werewolves are seen by the elves as ancient, noble, and majestic creatures, second only to Dragons."

So I guess there was nothing to fear? said Eragon tentatively

"No, you shouldn't let anyone else that is not an elf, or me, know that you are one." he said "Dwarves hate them, and humans fear them, you would be seen as a monster by both those races, so be careful." Eragon nodded and turned, he put his clothes back on and sat in front of the fire, Saphira hadn't realized what had happened as she was curled besides him.

"Does this mean that we can travel faster to Gil'ead?" Asked Brom with a look that said he was hoping not to offend him.

"Normally I wouldn't let anyone ride on top of me, but I guess time is of the essence if we are to save your friend in time. I'll let you just until we save her."

Brom nodded.