Between man and Wolf
A baby wolf.
Wait, that face… I've seen him myself, where?
His lips curled up, revealing sharp teeth, he smiled so familiarly, a laugh that I can't forget. That day, there was somebody with the same laugh at him, that wolf killed my mother.
His eyes were as red as blood, his mouth always had a perverted smile, his lips were thick and red as if he had just drunk fresh blood and his skin was dark. I couldn't see his appearance clearly at the time, but I'm not mistaken. This smile is definitely him. The woman next to me, I couldn't believe my eyes.
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