76- MASSACRE

AUTHOR'S P.O.V.

In the shrouded shadows of the night, a formidable black wolf, with fur as dark as the abyss, prowled stealthily through the underbrush. Its eyes, glowing with a fierce, infernal red, were fixed intently on the men stationed outside the building. Despite its lupine form, it exuded a commanding presence over the armed men in their human guise. The wolf, driven by a singular purpose, was here for one individual – a target it was resolutely determined to eliminate this very night.

A guard, unwittingly standing closest to the lurking predator, began to twitch his nose as an unfamiliar scent permeated the air, tinged with the wild, primal aroma of the hidden wolf. His eyes, searching, eventually locked onto the ominous glow of the wolf's eyes, like crimson embers peering out from their leafy hideaway.

“We're under attack!” he shouted, a note of panic in his voice.

But his warning came too late. In a blur of shadow and fury, the massive black wolf burst from its cov