Faz opened his yellowish eyes. Dark, rough stone walls greeted him instead of the warm wood of his own cottage. Flickering light, the dying flames of the little bonfire, were painting odd shadows on the walls. It wasn’t a very deep or wide cave, only a small recess near the foot of the mountain. For him it was merely a place where he could spend the night being safe from wind and rain.
Sun would rise soon and a new horrible day would break; a day filled with pain and smell of blood.
Death and destruction reigned over the land. Blazes started by hunters had consumed dozens of villages, and with their cottages the beings of many races had been turned into ashes. For those who had managed to survive, blades of swords and spears had been waiting.
The dragon hunters were merciless.
***
Things had not always been like this… Once, in the not so distant past, humans and dragons had been leading a peaceful, harmonious existence. Magical entities of many races had been living among humans in towns and settlements, all creatures going on with their lives in mutual respect and helping each other in need. Relationships over the race limits weren’t rarities.
A long friendship between the lord of the men and the king of the dragons had brought fruitful times to the whole country.
Then one day, humans began killing dragons.
At first, the dragons couldn’t defend themselves against the surprise attack. By the time they had got their defenses working, it had already been too late. Nobody had predicted this to happen.
There was no telling what had driven the former allies to hunt down their friends like a pack of starving wolves. The circle of violence and hatred had begun. The dragons were dying by the dozen, hunted and slaughtered by humans, and after just a few months they were on the verge of extinction. The shocking fact, that humans, peaceful till that time, could had done such horrible things, had caused even more terror than the flames of destruction all around the country.
Rumors had spread fast and with them the tendrils of fear and hate had impressed the minds of the hunted ones with a burning stamp.
How could it have happened? How had it been possible that the mighty dragons had been hunted almost to extinction in the blink of an eye?
One rumor told that the dragons had been defeated by an unknown magic. The other told that there had been an ultimate weapon that could easily kill a dragon. There was even a rumor that someone had betrayed the dragon elders and revealed the weakness of the ancient race to humans.
There were no survivors to tell the truth about the humans’ lethal power and, after the dragons weren’t a serious threat anymore, the humans had turned their attention to the other sentient races.
***
Faz turned his gaze to the sleeping figure right beside him; the long snow white hair cascaded to the ground around the young man’s head and shoulders, and his lean body covered with bandages lay relaxed on the cave floor. The expression on the pale face was peaceful yet a little bit sad. Hareth was still debilitated due to his injuries. Faz had found him two days before, badly wounded and in shock, near Lake Shalon.
Hareth, the dragon prince, kind to all living creatures, was his friend of long standing. That friendship was particularly precious to him, as not many liked, or even wanted to know, a werewolf.
Silently Faz stood up feeding the weak flames of his fire with dry sticks and walked to the mouth of the cave. The forest was whispering all around. Thick bushes were clinging to the sandy soil not far from the cave, huddling in the shadow of huge and old trees. As he stepped outside, he got a glimpse of Lake Shalon. It glimmered in the first rays of the rising sun.
No hunters were in view, but he could tell they weren’t far. He felt the threat in the air as he inhaled the smell of torches. Luckily, humans needed more rest than werewolves and dragons. That gave the escapees the precious hours they needed to find a safe place. They would indeed need all the time they got, as there was only so much one could do to move unnoticed with a badly wounded dragon.
Faz looked back at the sleeping dragon and smiled faintly. I’m not going to let them get you, my friend. With that the werewolf left the cave and, as stealthily as it was possible in human form, he moved in the direction of the hunters.
***
Hareth woke up gasping for air. Where was he? How was he still alive? Vaguely he remembered the familiar voice in his ears and warm hands on his wounded body. He took in the small cave and the bonfire burning happily but low, not far from his feet.
Somebody had saved him, and had treated his wounds with remarkable skill. This revelation made the young dragon weep silently. How was he supposed to save his kin if he hadn’t been able to go to the realm of Shalon?! His savior had ruined everything!
He had sacrificed himself to get the tear of Shalon from the beyond. He had taken all the pain to save his race from extinction and now someone had shattered his hopes… The dragon sighed tiredly and tried to get up. Pain shot white sparks to his vision and stabbed through his abdomen like nothing before. A moan escaped from Hareth’s dry lips when he tried to stay completely still and drive the pain away.
They had got him good.
All dragons regenerated fast but the prince knew he was the only one of the kind. His wounds would be healed in the next few days. Very carefully the young man lay back on the cave’s floor and let out the sigh of relief when all the pain was gone. One day I’ll avenge my loved ones... I’ll make sure they didn’t die in vain. With this silent vow Hareth closed his eyes as sleep claimed him again.
***
Faz hid himself in the bushes surrounding the clearing where hunters were resting after the hunt that had lasted till late night. In the middle of the glade ten men were sleeping around a huge bonfire. Five others were in guard on the edges of the camp.
The werewolf felt nauseous when he saw the last night’s pray.
A young centaur male was lying on the ground with an arrow piercing his heart and one hand chopped off, his glazed eyes still expressing the horror he must have felt in the last moments of his overly short life. Blood had stained the centaur’s long, once brown hair, gluing it to his face and neck like sea weeds.
Faz turned his eyes away from the miserable sight. It simply was too cruel. He shook his head with sadness and crept silently towards the lonely guard. The man was clad in warm leathers and furs and his short brown hair were a messy mass on his head. All hunters were like that: dirty, blood smelling and violent thickheads.
The sharp tip of the man’s spear glinted in the reddish blaze of the roaring fire.
In one flurry of movement the werewolf snapped the man’s neck like a thin stick. He was also a hunter after all, and a good one, with a few centuries of experience. The next guard was dead before he even noticed the prowling creature. Faz gave the corpse a grim smile whispering silently: “Two down, three to go.” With practiced ease he hunted down the last three guards and then sneaked nearer the fire where hunters were sleeping the sleep of the just.
“Well, well... What do we have here?” he whispered in a singsong voice, watching the humans with distain. “You’re so brave and collected when in a big group, with weapons in your hands...“ The werewolf sneered at the men who were oblivious to the lurking danger. It was a piece of cake for him to tear them apart one after another, but... why should he do it quickly and painlessly? His wild, dark nature made him smile coldly and ironically, his sharp fangs flashed ominously when he craned his back to whistle...
Humans woke up to face their death closing in around them... The wolves had answered the call of their master.
***
Hareth stirred when the smell of roasted meat reached his nostrils.
“Good, you’re conscious. Are you hungry?”
It took Hareth about a minute to combine the voice with its source: “Faz? How…?”
Faz smiled tenderly.
“I found you nearly dead, close by Lake Shalon. How are you feeling?”
“Dizzy… but okay, I guess…” Hareth licked his lips nervously, pondering over how he should explain everything to his friend.
Faz cast a glance at dragon’s bandaged injuries. “Does it… you know, does it hurt?” he asked hesitantly.
“Sure it does,” Hareth smiled faintly, amused by the werewolf’s sincerity. “I’m hardy and I recover quickly, but I still feel pain.”
“Well, bad luck, huh?” Faz winked at his friend, smacking his lips comically.
You have no idea how bad it is… Hareth closed his eyes and answered, trying to sound as light-heartedly as possible: “Yeah, well… you can’t have everything, right?”
Faz snorted and changed the subject: “So, tell me, what the dragon prince was doing alone in the woods when the situation is as it is?”
Hareth paled when he heard the question and looked away.
“We had it coming, huh?” he sighed heavily. “I...” he stumbled for a second hesitating if he should tell Faz the truth. He decided he probably shouldn’t but…
“I was supposed to die,” he whispered, feeling an overwhelming need to share his burden. It had been so terribly difficult to be alone with all those thoughts about dying, with all those dreams that he had to abandon, with his fears, and desperate love of life…
Faz dropped the loaf of meat he was putting on the stick.
“You were what?! Hareth? What’s going on?!”
Hareth’s look was wandering everywhere but Faz.
”I… I was a sacrifice. My father decided that we would use our last resort to save dragons and stop the bloodshed… ever heard of the tear of Shalon?” He tried to sound dispassionately but the effect was miserable. His weak voice wobbled audibly.
“There is no tear,” the werewolf snorted at this, shaking his head both with anger and indulgence. „It’s a fairytale for children. Have all of you, dragons, gone completely insane?”
Hareth opened his mouth to answer but Faz had more to say: ”Listen, Hareth,” his voice was growing stronger and emotional, “your father would really sacrifice you, his only son, to get something that never existed?! This is lunacy! And you went along with it?”
Hareth nodded, averting his eyes: “I volunteered. There was no-one else...” Faz shook his head in bewilderment: "What happened..? I mean… Did you really intend to die by the hands of the hunter scum?"
At first Hareth didn't answer but after a while he took a deep breath.
"I left from home to be a sacrifice and as planned I traveled alone toward Lake Shalon when the hunters found me in the woods."
Faz nodded and urged the dragon continue by a sign with his hand.
"At first they seemed only play with me... They hurt me but didn't do any lethal damage. As if they knew they could kill me anytime they wanted." There was a faraway look in Hareth's eyes.
"How did you end up by the lake?"
Harreth gave Faz a shook of head and a disgusted snort: "Somehow, and don't ask me how, I managed to escape the hunters before the pain got the best of me. I was going to drown myself to the blessed Lake but before I could do it the rest of my strength left me and I lost consciousness. I was too weak to carry out my plan, my father's hopes... I think the hunters believed they had killed me and so they left my corpse to scavengers."
"And I found you when I was on my way home." Faz watched the dragon worried. "You're lucky, I wasn't planning to return home until next month but I got feeling I would be better to go earlier."
Faz took the dropped meat from the ground and gazed at it.
“You’re too kind. You shouldn’t be, for your own good.”
He angrily skewered the meat on the stick, as if the poor loin was to blame, and put it over the small fire.
“One day you’ll surely jump of the cliff ‘cause someone will have told you to do so,” he added crossly.
Hareth listened silently trying to gather his thoughts. He wasn’t angry at Faz. On the contrary, he wanted someone to get that absorbed in his fate. He wanted to be aware that there were people who really did care. Honestly, he needed compassion.
The touch of Faz’s hand on his shoulder shook him out of the reverie.
“Hareth?” The concerned yellowish eyes were staring at him intently.
The sad smile flickered on the dragon’s lips.
“Thank you for helping me, anyway... “ Hareth looked in Faz’s narrow pupils and used werewolf’s arm to pull himself up a little to sit. “The tear exists,” he gave a grimace of pain. “I know it. They healed my father with it nearly 500 years ago.”
***
They were eating in silence, both pondering over their own hardships. Faz was still dumbstruck by the revelation that the mythical tear of Shalon might really exist and Hareth’s thoughts were with his decimated clan that he had let down.
He was relieved that he had told Faz at least part of his problems, and so very happy to be alive. On the other hand he also felt guilty about not dying as he was supposed to. He would still have to do it in near future and it scared him like nothing else. It wasn’t easy to walk towards his own death. Not to mention about doing it twice.
Neither of them said anything in a long time, until the sun was in the zenith.
It was time to leave the cave.
Faz stood up and looked questioningly at his friend who struggled to get to his feet, his loose, shredded robes clinging to his legs.
Damn, the leg does really hurt! The dragon hissed quietly, when his teeth involuntarily bit his sharp tongue. And now the tongue too…
“Need any help?” Faz asked, concerned.
Hareth gasped when his ribs complained about the rough treatment. All the help you’re ready to give me… The dragon turned his ice blue eyes to the werewolf not being able to hide the increasing pain any longer.
"Yes... Although I didn't think I would see the day when you are helping me to stand…" A grim smile appeared on the prince's lips as he pressed his palm against the hurting ribs.
Faz smiled tenderly. "No need to be ashamed. Your body needs time to heal." With that he helped Hareth to rise and supported him while the dragon tried to fight dizziness that attacked him with all its might.
After a moment Hareth let out a low moan as his leg felt like it was on fire and gripped Faz's arm. "I....” he inhaled sharply before trying again, "I think... I can't move just yet..."
Faz wasn’t pleased to hear those words.
“We have to go now,” he insisted, “We can’t risk staying in this cave any longer. More hunters may come...”
Oh, I can move if I try…downwards…, thought the dragon grimly just before his world tilted and he stumbled around fighting to keep himself upright. Finally his strengths left him and his body fell limp in Faz’s arms.
“Hareth! What’s wrong?!” The shock of sudden weight made the werewolf nearly collapse to the floor. What the…
Carefully Faz laid the numb body on the ground.
“Do you hear me, Hareth?”
No answer. Faz wrinkled his forehead, very worried. What was wrong with his friend? Just a moment before he had been joking…
“Hareth... Please, open your eyes...” The werewolf gently caressed his friend’s hair and cheek. “Hey...”
Still no answer.
Faz was slowly getting alarmed. His friend might be in far worse shape than he had thought.
Don't you dare die on me Hareth…
He opened the dragon's robes and bandages with shaking hands and frantically checked the wounds that he had previously dressed. He saw nothing new but the opened nasty wound just above the left knee colored the bandages with the crimson of the dragon’s blood.
So this was the reason…
The werewolf shook the unresponsive body gently. Come on! Wake up, you overgrown lizard!
Frustrated, he gave a sharp slap on the dragon’s pale cheek. Unfortunately, that didn’t help either. His posture slumped visibly and he hung his head in defeat fighting the panic that threatened to take over his mind.
“Please, Hareth… You have to wake up…”
After a moment Faz managed to force himself to calm down and checked the pulse from Hareth’s wrist, watching the even heaving of the young man’s exposed chest. Not dying, just weak…
“You shouldn’t be this weak... What’s wrong with you…?” the werewolf whispered in a mournful voice. He closed Hareth’s robes gently and sat next to him, idly caressing the dragon’s snowy white hair. Involuntarily he started to pick flecks of dried blood out of the silken mane wondering what he should do.
He could stay in the cave and wait till the dragon would regain his consciousness. He hated waiting. The dark recesses of his mind suggested he could just leave...
That thought made him cringe in shame and disgust. However easy and tempting, that solution was out of question. He could never leave the prince just like that. It would make him nothing better than the wicked hunters…
Besides, his muscles complained from the hunt earlier and he would gladly welcome a little rest.
The dragon’s wounds needed to be treated too but he hadn’t anything of use there. He would have to get all needed things from the woods. Sighing he shook his head and looked at the man next to him with a pretended reproach.
What are you doing to me, Hareth..?
He rose lazily a few moments later and padded to the cave’s mouth, relieved that his friend’s life seemed not threatened anymore. He closed his eyes inhaling deeply when the fresh breeze caressed his face.
I’ll be back before he wakes up… With that plan he left the cave to get what he needed to increase the pace of the recovery process.
***
Hours were passing by and Hareth was still unconscious. Faz had brought some clean water and picked up healing herbs to nurse his friend’s wounds once again. When he opened Hareth’s robes again he examined the dislocated ribs under the pale skin. No wonder you couldn’t move... Oh, Hareth, when do I learn to listen to others..?
Just for a tiny moment Faz caressed Hareth’s chest before he started to realign the shifted bones. Luckily the dragon didn’t wake up and Faz could clean and bandage the wounds and scratches again. Then he sighed tiredly when he examined the maltreated body in his hands. Hareth’s chest wasn’t the only place he should check. There were deep and serious injuries to his lower back, as well as to arms and legs. Thus the werewolf continued nursing his friend. Finally, when he got to the left leg where the bone deep blood leaking cut run just above the knee, Hareth woke up. At first he was disoriented and frightened but Faz’s calming words helped soon.
“What happened...?” The prince felt the gentle caress in his hair and closed his eyes to shield them from the sunlight.
“You fainted when we tried to leave. I think we must stay one more night here, be there hunters or not.”
Hareth nodded and winced when Faz turned his attention back to the dragon’s leg, trying to clean the opened cut with warm herbal water.
“Just bear with me a little longer and we’re ready,” said the werewolf in a soothing voice.
Hareth made a little noise of pain and clenched his fists when Faz spread the wound, as gently as possible, to wipe all the dirt off.
“Faz... Stop doing that... Are you trying to torture me or something...?” The dragon’s voice was a little bit hoarse.
“Or something. Your leg could fester if not treated right...”
Faz turned look at him apologetically and patted the nearest fist explaining: “It’ll be over soon but I must get all the dirt away unless you want an infection...”
“Do what you need to do but please be quick...” the soft whisper escaped dragon’s lips.
Hareth opened his eyes and looked at his friend who immediately saw the glimmering tears of pain.
The werewolf nodded and continued the operation.
“I was wrong Hareth...” he started quietly. „We can’t leave this cave tomorrow either... This wound is much worse than I first thought. You need a lot more rest before we can go anywhere.”
Hareth tried to get a look at the said wound: “How bad is it?”
Faz eyed the gash and smiled faintly.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get you healthy again.”
Hareth closed his eyes again. He felt nauseous.
“That bad, huh?” He was quiet for a moment then continued. ,,Then let me make a request. If I do not survive…”
Faz shook his head cutting in: “No requests. You’re going to be fine. You just need some time. There were no infections in your wounds and some of them are starting to heal nicely.”
Hareth felt a hand on his shoulder and smiled with effort; so his notorious regeneration wasn’t working.
“But not all of them, right? It’s due to my father’s spell so I wouldn’t suffer so much when it would be time for me to die. At least I’d like to think so...” He grimaced when there was another tendril of pain from his leg and continued. ,,I think he cut off my ability of quick regeneration…”
Faz had hard time to understand what his friend had just told him. He gaped at his friend a furious hiss coming from his lips: “Your father cut off your regeneration ability so you could die faster?!”
Slight nod and one tear of overwhelming confusion that fell from Hareth’s closed eyes were an answer.
“Let it be, please. It is the only way...” He turned his head away and sighed faintly. ,,Just lay this whole matter to rest…”
The prince wanted to tell to Faz how he felt but he just couldn’t right now. The pain, the mission, and the hatred the humans had shown to him while they were about to kill him… It all was just too much at the moment. He needed some time to think all this.
Faz saw the hesitation, the need to be understood and couldn’t refuse the silent plea. “As you wish my friend...As you wish...”
***
The sun was setting and from the cave’s mouth Hareth’s gaze wandered over scenery that opened before him. The trees glimmered in silver and gold as the young leafs had not yet turned to dark green. The evergreen bushes rustled in the cold breeze of the early spring and two wild hares hopped out of them not so far from the cave. They were still grayish, not brown as they would be in the midsummer.
Faz had gone to hunt something for supper and had yet to return.
They hadn’t changed a word since the werewolf had treated his wounds and now Hareth hoped he had told his friend everything.
What if something would happen? What if the werewolf got killed..? Then he could never tell Faz what was weighting him down...
Angrily he shook his head. No, Faz was an excellent hunter. He knew his way in the nature and amongst the humans.
Suddenly Hareth heard faint steps and stood up although his wounds protested soundly; he refused to let the hunters know his weakened state.
To his relief there were no hunters, only Faz who carried something furry on his shoulder.
“Hareth, care to tell me what are you doing on your feet? You shouldn’t even move them.”
Hareth sighed and smiled faintly: “I was waiting for you and when I heard footsteps I though the hunters had found me... So…you seem to have lost your touch, there was no way your steps could be heard the last time we met.”
Faz dropped the soon to be food to the ground and grinned widely his fangs glinting in the rays of setting sun.
“It’s you, my friend, who has lost his touch. Mistaking me for a human hunter...” Now there was a mock offended scowl on the werewolf’s face which turned to genuine happy smile. ,,Now, go back to rest or your legs will give up.”
Hareth grinned back. “Not at our best, are we?”
Faz saw the pain on dragon’s face when he sat down near still burning fire.
“No, we’re not. But at least we got something to fill our stomachs with. After that everything seems much better, don’t you think?”
Hareth watched how Faz started to skin and prepare their food and once again felt useless; he was a burden to his clan, to Faz, even to his family.
Faz seemed to pick up the dragon’s thoughts and looked up from piece of meat in his hands.
“Don’t do that Hareth. Don’t let the depression get you.”
Hareth smiled sadly: “Yeah... I should be glad I’m alive, shouldn’t I? But I feel so useless right now. It’s frustrating.” He kept silent for a moment then carried on with low voice. ,, My father denied my cousin to sacrifice himself, Faz... But he himself asked me to be the sacrifice...”
The prince looked questioningly to his friend preparing dinner.
“What does it tell you, Faz?”
Faz saw doubt in his friend’s eyes. This surely was hard for the young dragon who had always believed in the good inside everyone, he knew that. But now wasn’t the time to wallow in self-pity.
“It tells me that you are the one for this mission. That you, and only you, are worth to meet with the high spirits of Shalon. It’s great honor to meet the high folk of the undying lands…or so I’ve been told.” The werewolf kept his friend’s eyes captured with his intense stare and then smiled reassuringly.
“Maybe we can go together... I mean, there must be another way to meet with them. One that doesn’t require you to die first.”
Hareth stayed quiet but nodded at his friends words. Maybe it was possible. Maybe there was a way they could get the tear and he could return home alive. A weak flicker of hope returned to his heart.
***
They stayed in the cave for two more days and little by little Hareth's physical and mental wounds started to heal. There was still sad look in his eyes but no tears or depressed words were appearing. Gentle teasing was back and Faz dared to hope that everything was going to be fine.
They left the cave early in the morning when the cold mist was still lingering everywhere hiding them from unfriendly eyes.
Hareth walked slowly and they had to stop many times during an hour's walk. The wound in his leg started to hurt more with every step and finally they decided to rest only a couple of miles away from the cave.
"I'm sorry Faz. If only I could walk faster…"
Faz shook his head watching their surroundings intently. "No, don't apologize. You are hurt and we have covered a good deal of the forest, considering how painful it must be for you. Rest now and we go on in an hour."
The dragon nodded, relief clearly visible on his face. "Thank you Faz. You've done so much for me. Someday I will repay you…" Hareth broke off in mid-sentence as a high pitched scream pierced the air.
Faz turned his eyes in the direction where the scream had come from but nothing could be seen or heard anymore.
"Faz?" Hareth didn't like the silence. It was familiar and threatening.
The werewolf looked at his friend and put the finger on his lips whispering quietly: "Shhh.. I think the hunters are near…"
All blood was drained from Hareth's face when he heard that but he remained silent. If the hunters should attack, they could…he could do nothing. He was helpless. Faz could defend himself but the dragon was no more of a fighter right now than a newly born kitten would be. With so many fresh wounds he couldn't even turn into his battle form.
Slowly and very quietly Faz started sneaking in the direction from which the blood seizing scream had come.
Hareth was puzzled.
"Where are you going?" he inquired quietly.
Now Faz turned to give his friend a wolfish grin. "Sometimes attack is the best defense. And now is the time."
Having said that he left the dragon alone and confused.
Hareth’s friend was about to kill the hunters. Of course, the dragon knew that Faz was a dangerous predator but this was the first time the werewolf would kill for something else than food. So Hareth thought, at least.
***
Faz sneaked close to the small clearing, where a human group gathered around something laying on the ground.
He could see the multicolored wings stretched in awkward positions when the hunters started to inspect their victim. The werewolf felt his blood turn hot and a low growl, at the frequency not received by people, escaped his throat.
How dared they handle the poor thing like that? Was that what had been done also to Hareth when he had fallen to the victim of brutal hunters?
When he saw one of men opening his trousers and preparing to an ugly act, Faz reacted without thinking. He howled in rage and called for his wolves charging towards the assailants who were taken by surprise.
One of them was dead before the others got their weapons and the next four soon followed their companion despite their resistance.
When the wolves came honoring their master’s call the men still alive had already fled outnumbered.
Faz let the wolves chase the hunters and kill everyone they could reach.
Looking at five dead men on the ground he sneered with disgust. Too fast…
"You didn't deserve this. The clean death is too merciful for scum like you. You should have been ripped open and eaten alive by my wolves. And that too would have been little too lenient…"
Then he recalled the reason of his rash actions.
What do we have here?
The werewolf crouched over the lithe body on the ground and sniffed the fruity smell over his skin. Sure, the smell of blood was overwhelming, but still there was weak scent of fruits and flowers.
"What are you, you poor thing..?”
He had never seen someone like this. The faerie-like wings glimmered even in the shadows. The creature was badly wounded, that was sure, and soon he would freeze to death laying on the cold ground clad practically in nothing. And why the heck are you flying around only in those flimsy trousers?
The werewolf felt a little chill when the wind blew through the woods. “It's not the summer yet, you know."
No answer. He hadn't expected one either. The creature was unconscious and that was a good thing. He could leave his wolves to guard him while he went to get the dragon. There could still be some hunters nearby and the smell of blood would soon bring along some curious beasts.
Faint rustle of dry leaves on the ground stirred Faz from his musings and he prepared himself for another battle.
Were there really more hunters wandering around?
He was tired and his wolves were hunting down the last survivors.
He wasn't used to wait for the unknown to attack him. It was always him who stalked, attacked and killed opponents. And now there was something observing him foolishly stuck on the clearing.
Faz sighed and made a mental note to never let his guard drop down if he was to survive this.
The leaves rustled again and the werewolf got ready for blood shedding.
In any minute now…
***
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