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The wolf slunk slowly forward, eyes fixed on hers, its steps measured and confident. Daemi tried to raise her blade again, but her arm wouldn’t respond to her brain’s command, and a low simper of pain bubbled over her lips as she tried to force her body to move. It was no use. The muscles across her back and shoulders had been carved open by claws and teeth, and the flow of blood down her spine was now a constant stream as her life leaked out of her. The wolf wavered and blurred as she stared at it, her vision darkening at the edges and stretching into a long narrow tunnel.
The wolf stopped just outside the range of her blade and watched her, licking its lips. All colour drained from the scene as a chill wind blew through, bringing with it a deep, bone-numbing cold.
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