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William asked, unable to hold himself any longer. Grandpa wordlessly handed William the missive, and I quickly moved to sit beside him so we could read it together. At the very top and center of the missive, there was a clear image of a red-eyed black wolf that was biting on a crushed human skull with butterfly weeds popping out of its eye holes and mouth. It was the infamous insignia of the Culling Army. Then below the dark insignia were words written in black ink, curling and swirling on the pages in slightly slanted but still eligible cursive. It read:

It was pretty obvious from the way they sneered at me. “Dino charger” Chase shouted extending out his dark energem, “Ready!” a bulky yellow and black gun appeared in his hand. He shoved something on it which made it buzz with energy, “Energize!” he then raised it above his head and clicked something, “Unleash the power!” a large misty hologram of a dinosaur head appeared from the tip of it and swallowed him as a whole. When I opened my eyes again, he has worn a cool black outfit with a sharp sword in his hand.

Nicholas grabbed a wolf’s jaw and ripped it off before throwing its lifeless body to the incoming ones, they almost ran away after the man looked at them as if challenging them to dare touch him. “Is this all your men got? Naster Fillus? No, Naster Fangs. Hah! Son of the fallen and missing Alpha of Dusk Pack, brother of the Alpha of Dawn pack?” Naster froze as the man easily revealed his identity. Who was this man? The people around them too were shocked to hear this, Naster Fangs? Is he related to their Alpha? “What do you mean?” Lukas asked while looking at him, the fight stopped as the strong stench of blood and the disgusting smell of burning stinky flesh surrounded them.

I rifled through my sketchbook, praying he left me alone like everyone else had. "I know you can draw. It's so beautiful. What's that? " he asked pointing at my newest sketch. I shut the book, sliding it out of his reach. I glared at him, not quite used to anyone disturbing me. He met my gaze coolly. " Ah! Where are my manners? " he said. I mumbled, "probably in your half eaten sandwich". He smiled. "Who knew you had a sense of humour? My name is Matthew. L. Henderson." I rolled my eyes, not caring I was sitting next to the mayor's son. He cocked his head, clearly waiting for me to introduce myself like the lady I wasn't.

She was upset that I didn't recognize her, and seemed deeply upset when I pushed her arms away and stared at her. Despite the simple black dress, the neckline was deep enough for the tattoo of his capital sin to be quite significant and easy to decipher. In the center of the small trunk was the image of a fat badger with his mouth wide open, where a small man fell into it. Around the animal, crosses, tombstones and flames spiralled over the woman's pale skin. The rest of the drawing was not noticeable enough for me to lose more than a few seconds staring, so I looked away when she also looked.

Cain bolts out from between the trees, in the direction of Indra. She has time to spot his dark eyebrows, straight nose and sparkling hazel brown eyes. His shiny copper armor that sits like a perfect mold over his well define muscles, sends the clear message of power. She even has time to see the scar that runs across his jaw down to his mouth and glows pale white on his tanned skin.

But I was at peace when I saw the kids were taken care of in a parental manner. I flinched when I scented earthy musk and decided to investigate. It took me thirty seconds to find Ian. He was smoking in a corner, hiding from plain sight but there was something strange. He was backing me and was shirtless. The strange thing was the large tattoo, well made and designed, on his back. It almost looked unreal. It was the head of a cheetah. Its eyes were blue and its mouth was open, with powerful teeth protruding from its muscular jaws. You could see the details of its whiskers and spots were visible as well but in lighter shades of black.

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

But all we could get is the metallic scent of blood wafting around the forest. A few minutes later, I heard a swoosh and saw something that dashed through the trees. “Did you see that?” Nathan mindlinked me and Raphal. “That was fast,” I responded over the mindlink while Raphal remained silent as we slowly form a circle. Finally, I caught a glimpse of the wolf and chased it. The wolf stopped when it sensed my presence and looked back at me. It had red eyes and fresh scars. I am certain that this is a feral wolf. I leaped towards it and bit his neck. Raphal and Nathan backed me up by biting his leg and tail. The feral wolf yelped and struggled for a bit until giving up and lie to death.

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.