182 Wanda, the Merciless

Everybody scattered then. Wanda's men ran for their lives as angry wolves chased them with superhuman speed. Inhuman screams traveled through the empty plains that night and reached the small country side houses of Merinsk. Wolves howled, snarled, and tore the men's flesh. Wanda, on the other hand, didn't move an inch.

Three wolves tried to attack her but they were all sliced in half with her crescent moon attack. Her eyes glowed in the darkness, and they were directed toward me. I lay on the ground still, struggling to breath. My leg was bleeding, my side hurt, my head throbbed. All in all, I was in a sorry state, and I didn't like my odds against this psychotic woman.

"You'll die tonight Darkstar," Wanda said as she slowly approached me. "You should've run away when we all thought you died."

I didn't answer. I was struggling against the hostile energy that invaded my entire being.