The moon showed bright as Magdalyn stood there at the border of the town. She was reluctant to step any further as she sensed that she was being watched. Her suspicions of the eyes constantly on her were confirmed when she heard the feral growling that was surfacing from behind her.
From the trees in which she had just not so long ago passed, there in the distance began to huddle a pack of feral-like creatures surfacing from the darkness of the forest. And they were all gunning for her, growling and howling. Mags could already sense that they were not friendly.
She steadily backed away, trying to prepare herself for what was about to happen. The wolf ahead of the others was slightly bigger than his pack members and he was drooling heavily. She could sense that he was out for
