The unmistakably loud, crisp sound of a gunshot echoed through the space. Without missing its mark, the bullet struck the lupus argenti right in its eye.
Blood splattered out of the wound, splashing onto the ground by its feet and painting it red.
The lupus argenti let out a cry of agony. Howling and whimpering, it lifted one of its gigantic paws, swiping at the severely injured eye, and flinching each time it came into contact with the wound. The partial loss of its sight had the creature retreating a few steps with its head bowed in pain. When it disappeared into the trees, I swallowed the sharp pain from my own wounds and immediately bolted for it. Not today, Satan.
My heart was pounding furiously, adrenaline coursing through my veins at the narrow escape. As I stumbled forward, I sa
