Metztli in bear form was an alarming sight. The rogue, in his wolf form, was startled by the sight of a massive growling animal charging at full speed out of the bushes, straight towards him. Without sparing the wolf a second to regain its composure, the bear swatted the wolf with its massive paw, sending it ricocheting straight into a nearby tree trunk. The wolf whimpered as the sound of something cracking echoed through the calm woods.
“Hey! Don’t move,” Metztli heard from the entrance of the wooden building. He didn’t wait to find out who was calling out or what they wanted. As he sprinted behind the white van, the bang of a gun going off pierced the air.
“D*mn it,” the rogue at the building's front door said under his breath before slowly pacing his way towards the van. As he neared
