The Werewolf

Raizel sharpened his eyes, he circulated his sight throughout the kitchen space. However, he found nothing. Raizel's face turned to the side, his heart seemed to stop beating when he heard the animal growl.

"I'm dead! Is the animal in front of me the wolf from earlier?" cursed Raizel, a glimpse of which he could remember the events before entering the house. Raizel dared not stare, not even a glance. He swallowed saliva with a face full of sweat.

"What am I supposed to do when it's this close?" muttered a desperate-sounding Raizel. He inhaled, then exhaled slowly. Raizel tried to stay calm under these circumstances.

The animal was still growling while smelling Raizel. Raizel could feel the hot breath the animal was producing. He didn't dare make the slightest move, but he was curious. He ventured to glance over and find out what the animal was.

"No, no, no. No more wolves," Raizel muttered with trembling lips. He still remembered very well, when the incident of the attack by a pack of
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