Knight In Shining Armor

Death is a concept feared by many, but not by us werewolves. When death stares into our eyes, we look it right back with equal intensity.

I am a leader of so many and dying is not what worries me, but leaving all of them without a leader.

I try to fight back against the guards taking me to the tree, but another stone is placed on the back of my neck, causing me to unleash a scream that hurts my throat.

“Hold on.” I hear Jack’s voice in my head and I give him a hard look.

If I had the strength right now, I would tear his throat open.

My neck burns as if boiling water has been poured on it. The pain spreads with speed, reaching down to my back.

My vision goes black for a second and I fall to the ground.

“Get him up!” General Ross yells the command to his guards.

They quickly obey their leader and soon I am lifted from the ground and dragged towards the tree where I am to be hung to my death.

I can now se