"What do we have here?" one of the hooded men asked in a thick croaky voice. "Aren't you far away from home, boy?" he mocked.
Nathaniel found himself standing in the middle of countless wolves. Cursing his luck. He couldnt have gone out for a run at a worse situation.
It seemed that death was desperately knocking at his door. He was encircled from each side, there was no way to get away. And without a sword or his powers, he was powerless against them.
"I was just out for a run," he spoke one's mind. "I don't want any trouble."
"Kill him," their leader ordered. Without giving him a chance, Nathaniel pressed his lips together frustrated. Everywhere he turned everyone wanted him dead and it was thwarting him.
"Wait hear me out. I have no issue with.."
One wolf in each of his sides stepped forward. They transformed into their beastly appearance and readied to attack him.
Nathaniel gasped.