The Setup
A haunting howl echoed in the distance, sending chills down the spines of the team as they witnessed massive, one-ton wolves darting between the pines and birch trees, snapping logs in their wake. Their gray fur was drenched in blood yet immaculate, their canines gleaming white, and their amber eyes burned with a hunger to feast.
Caleb and Luis stared in terror as the wolves charged, while Madeline, petrified, faced the opposite direction, struggling to overcome the sight of blood that coated their bodies. The scene was a living nightmare.
"Really?" Chen gibed, eyeing the group. "You're all confidence when someone tells you to win, but you're useless without a leader?"
The two men turned to him, trying to process his words.
"Just protect your friend!" Moe snapped, brandishing her sword as the wolves closed in. "Denzel, how easy is it to cut them?"
"It's like slicing through cheese!" Denzel declared.