The night was as dark as ink, with dense shadows cast by the branches. Deep within the forest, there was not a single ray of light. Only a gray wolf dragged a still-warm wild rabbit through the thicket, quietly returning to its pack. As it approached a patch of bushes, the air suddenly grew heavy—it sensed a scent from the top of the food chain.
It was not the usual hostility, but an instinctive fear.
It instinctively backed away, the rabbit slipping from its mouth, but it had no time to care. A long howl that shook the forest broke the silence: “Awoo—woo—”
Echoes rang out, and the other gray wolves quickly fled in response. But it—the lone wolf—was too late to escape.
Its eyes glowed green, its muscles taut, as it stared at the eerie shadow, its lips curled back to reveal fangs.
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