Casualties

Shadows danced and swirled, creating an almost hypnotic pattern on the snow-covered ground of the Weeping Woods.

Amid this spectral glow, stood a sinister werewolf, its bloodthirsty eyes gleaming with malevolence. Standing still as a statue, the werewolf's fur, a mixture of dark gray and black, blended seamlessly with the darkness.

Around him, the forest was alive with the restless movement of the wolves. They moved with purpose, their eyes reflecting the light of the full moons as they cast furtive glances toward their master.

With every subtle gesture, the werewolf manipulated the horde of wolves, directing their movements with almost supernatural precision.

Only one directive echoed inside the mind of this creature - slaughter the residents of Stratford and dye the land with their blood!

The werewolf suddenly raised its claw hand, causing the wolves around him to tremble every so slightly, their ears pricking in unison.