My breaths were filled with dust and sweat, as I peeked through the dainty sunlight passing over my head. A blood curdling scream woke me up and the visions of the battlefield cleared my doubt that I was indeed in the war and the enemy hadn't been defeated yet. The last time I saw Lycaon running towards Tasha, I gasped loudly and got back on my feet. Only that i knew, the bastard had a reason to be a bastard. Shadowy dogs encircling around me.
Their canines protrude from their unhinged jaws, saliva dripping from the tip of the tongues. They were hungry and eyes filled with bloodlust. My hand grabbed a fistful of sand, as I knew I couldn’t waste my chance to beat this enemy. I threw the sand in the eyes of one of the shadow digs. The creature fell down but the other three planned to attack
