He approached another wolf, a female with silver-gray fur, and as he touched her, the life seemed to drain from her body. Her fur began to darken, her eyes losing their light, until she too was consumed by the same darkness that enveloped him.
"The more he took, the more his form changed," the voice explained. "His fur turned black, and his eyes lost their warmth. He became something else, something neither wolf nor man—a fox wolf, a creature of death and decay."
As I watched, the black wolf—no, the fox wolf—continued his path of destruction. The other gray wolves, horrified by what their brother had become, tried to stop him. But the fox wolf was cunning and quick. He fled into the night, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.
"The gray wolves hunted him, but he was too clever," t
