10

As Agnes and I ventured deeper into the woods, seeking refuge and safety, we found ourselves confronted by a menacing group of bandits. Their eyes glimmered with a twisted excitement, believing they had stumbled upon a fortune in our presence. They circled around us like vultures, their greedy intentions palpable in the air.

With a mixture of arrogance and desperation, they demanded precious jewels, diamonds, and gold, as if we were carrying a trove of wealth just waiting to be plundered. Their voices echoed with a mixture of hunger and malice, their weapons glinting ominously in the dappled sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above.

I felt my heart quicken, the primal instincts of the Lycan surging within me. Agnes stood by my side, her eyes flickering with a hint of defiance mixed with fear. But we were not ones to be easily cowed by the threats of mere bandits. We stood tall, our expressions determined, ready to defend what was rightfully ours.

I locked eyes with the leader