Fiona
The loud roar that followed the lone wolf’s movement was deafening, ripping through the gentle air of the woods. He moved with a deadly intent towards the warrior, but he was also prepared. The warrior responded with a roar as well, and before the lone wolf could get to him, he had shifted into his wolf.
The promising whisper of death loomed in the forest. This was going to be a long fight if the warrior could actually match the lone wolf’s strength. And I was hoping to the goddess that he wouldn’t be able to last with him. Not just because Damir was on my side, but because I was slowly slipping into the hands of death myself.
The sand at this point has swallowed me up to my hips—the unknown force underneath relentlessly pulling me inwards.
The sound of roars and growls as the
