Deep within the forest, a wolf sprinted between the towering trees, its paws thudding against the damp earth. Suddenly, a gunshot rang, flinching the tiny wild animals. The bullet tore into a tree trunk, splintering the bark, close enough that the wolf felt the sting of wood fragments brush past its fur.
A second shot rang out. This time, the silver bullet found its mark, piercing the wolf's front leg. He yelped and stumbled, tumbling helplessly down a steep slope. Luckily, the bullet had just passed through his leg, else the wolf would have died on spot.
Ths wolf was quick to shift back into his human form. In appearance, he looked in his fifties. His arm was injured and blood had soaked his sleeve. A jagged scar stretched from the corner of his mouth to his left eye, making his grimace all the more fearsome.
