Chapter Fifty.

The quiet and peaceful night is suddenly invaded by agonizing howls.

The full moon shines so well, illuminating the night, that one could see clearly.

Running feet could be heard, and the breaking of dry leaves and little sticks tells that someone or something was quickly and speedy approaching the forest.

Soon the running feet began to die down and the agonizing howls began fading.

The brownish-black wolf, collapsed under one of the broad trees, as its heavy weight hits the trees, some leaves fell from the tree, and the wrapped cloth in its mouth fell off beside it.

Its brown eyes were so weary and exhausted, that its eyes lids began closing, energy and strength slowly and at a steady rate ebbing away from its body.

Slowly, the wolf began to transform into a beautiful but exhausted lady who had tears running down her cheeks, her brown eyes were red and puffy.

She lay there, raised her head, and opened her mouth, agonizing cries escapes from her lips, she cried from the depth of pain