Embracing Mayhem, Magic, and Mates

nd legs to swim upwards. At least, I hope I was going up. As my lungs started to strain, I saw light brea

g water. I sputtered out water, trying to catch my breath and keep mys

to see that this forest was full of greenery. After catching my breath, I slowly swam to dry land. There was a chill in the

efinitely not

nd decided to go the opposite way. I walked through the trees, hoping to find some kind of road. Ma

ray pieces of wood. I picked up my speed, making my way through the forest, when the unmistakable sounds of heavy paws crashing th

has not b

ut I knew they loved to hunt, and their prey always ended up dead. The deeper I moved into the forest, the darker it became. The moon

, thorns tore at my skin, and nothing came every time I tried to use magic. My conc

I hoped a little fetch would entice them, but as one shadow disappeared, another took its place. I

s wrong in that department. I watched as they slowly moved in. Their eyes had nothing but malice, and their growls sent chills do

aid out loud, trying not to let

med in pain, throwing out my hand. Still waiting for the magic. I rolled on the ground, clutching my bleeding shoulder. The surrounding werewolves snapped thei

und for anything and pulled a packet out of my pocket. It wouldn't help me win this fight, but a distraction could give me r

w that led to a small body of water. I'm not sure I was in the mood to be in the water again, but it beats being torn apart by claws and teeth. I wa

die out here, and I hav

came. Instead, a new sound cut through the darkness - the deep, rumbling growl of another werewolf, f

he biggest one with light gray fur, and there was a symbol on its forehead. The brown werewolf pinne

Unlike the others, this werewolf bore no malice in its eyes - only a fierce determ

must be t

ed me earlier. Its face was coated with different colors of powdery sugar, and it didn't look happy. I tried to move, but

y stared and growled at each other as if they were having some kind of conversation. A few werewolves ho

the gray werewolf, which hung its head low. One by one, the surrounding

two left behind. One gave me a curious look, and