white-fang-demon

Prologue   Funnily enough, the man knew there was no escape and that his attempt to run away had failed. He leaned against the tree breathing heavily one arm clasping his wounded shoulder. Every part of his body was in defense mode, though he was aware that it would not be anywhere near enough. His adrenalin rush had passed a while back and now all that remained to keep him alive were his instincts.   Around him, noises of the forest were evident. Birds singing and flying; a few were even dancing in the branches above his head. In any other circumstance this could have almost seemed relaxing, but he had no time to put his guard down. He s