THE HUNTER AND THE WOLF: BLOOD TIDES

rigorously through the forest trees and grassy bushes. It's speedy, threatening, and violent. Its dark fur continuously shimmered as it dashe

pursuit of the wolf. They were not vampires, but they ran so swiftly and dangero

ack and retrieved a bow and arrow from his back. The arrow's sleek, metallic body glimmered in the moonlight, its silver hue standing out in stark contrast. The man paused, drawing th

e left in the dust. But just as he launched himself into a final triumphant leap, a searing pain exploded through his back, refusing to subside. The wolf's triumphant cry turned to a deafening roar of agony as he felt the silver arro

for the arrow on his back but could not reach for it. He ha

ice scream

ay, but we will not stop un

ntil every Wolfkin

he had crossed the barrier. He st

truggled to get up now. And leapt contin

now, looked towards the forest one last ti

has favo

ths of the night, leaving behind only the echoes