Crimson and Furs

The Hunter and the Prey

Daniel in his Werewolf form soon finished devouring the three mercenaries, his four big fangs red with blood. What was left of the corpses were just skeletons and some strands of meat. Everything had been devoured by him.

He stood on his hind legs and let out a loud howl which echoed throughout the whole surrounding, making it creepier. He fell on his four legs before growling at the skeletons, his eyes narrowed in triumph. He then dashed away from the scene into the deep woods to find more preys. In here he was the hunter and every other thing were preys. They couldn't match with his prowess.

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"Cough! Cough!" a man with blonde hair coughed as he entered into the tent that was pitched in the woods. "Dan, why is it smoking in here?"

A tough looking man with white hair was seated in the tent, playing with an AK-47. His lips were tightly clenched against a golden stick of cigarette, the ring red and hot with wisps of smoke billowing from there and filling the whole tent. He was the one