Chosen wolf
But this wasn’t just a fight anymore; it was a cold, brutal dance.
The musky scent of the creatures we fought hung around covering the scent of blood. Beneath the flickering gaslight, shadows danced like wraiths, making it hard to discern friend from foe. A guttural snarl echoed in the cave as Danni spun to the right. I mirrored her, my own boots scraping against the grimy cobblestones as I moved left, the rough wool of my tunic brushing against my skin. The *thwack* of a blade meeting something solid rang out as I intercepted a vampire lunging at Danni's exposed flank. A moment later, a chilling hiss erupted behind me, and I felt the cold rush of air as another attacker tried to slip past.
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