The Lycan

The sound of gasping for breath became a rhythm for their every step. Their large bodies were full of sweat, occasionally they groaned in pain from the wounds all over their bodies. His pace was so fast, past every tree that surrounded the forest.

Fighting each other to escape from the enemy's pursuit, only the five of them remained. Those who survived the attack, all their friends and family died without being left just because they couldn't do much to stop it all.

It was like a dream, their hiding place being known by the enemy. Even the enemies have prepared special forces to kill their people. The Lycans died, that was their goal to dominate the territory of the Werewolf.

Meanwhile, they can only run and run. Trying to find a hiding place until reinforcements arrive. Their heavily injured bodies would not be able to use them to fight against such a large army of Vampires.