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William asked, unable to hold himself any longer. Grandpa wordlessly handed William the missive, and I quickly moved to sit beside him so we could read it together. At the very top and center of the missive, there was a clear image of a red-eyed black wolf that was biting on a crushed human skull with butterfly weeds popping out of its eye holes and mouth. It was the infamous insignia of the Culling Army. Then below the dark insignia were words written in black ink, curling and swirling on the pages in slightly slanted but still eligible cursive. It read:

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

It was pretty obvious from the way they sneered at me. “Dino charger” Chase shouted extending out his dark energem, “Ready!” a bulky yellow and black gun appeared in his hand. He shoved something on it which made it buzz with energy, “Energize!” he then raised it above his head and clicked something, “Unleash the power!” a large misty hologram of a dinosaur head appeared from the tip of it and swallowed him as a whole. When I opened my eyes again, he has worn a cool black outfit with a sharp sword in his hand.

Nicholas grabbed a wolf’s jaw and ripped it off before throwing its lifeless body to the incoming ones, they almost ran away after the man looked at them as if challenging them to dare touch him. “Is this all your men got? Naster Fillus? No, Naster Fangs. Hah! Son of the fallen and missing Alpha of Dusk Pack, brother of the Alpha of Dawn pack?” Naster froze as the man easily revealed his identity. Who was this man? The people around them too were shocked to hear this, Naster Fangs? Is he related to their Alpha? “What do you mean?” Lukas asked while looking at him, the fight stopped as the strong stench of blood and the disgusting smell of burning stinky flesh surrounded them.

I rifled through my sketchbook, praying he left me alone like everyone else had. "I know you can draw. It's so beautiful. What's that? " he asked pointing at my newest sketch. I shut the book, sliding it out of his reach. I glared at him, not quite used to anyone disturbing me. He met my gaze coolly. " Ah! Where are my manners? " he said. I mumbled, "probably in your half eaten sandwich". He smiled. "Who knew you had a sense of humour? My name is Matthew. L. Henderson." I rolled my eyes, not caring I was sitting next to the mayor's son. He cocked his head, clearly waiting for me to introduce myself like the lady I wasn't.

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But all we could get is the metallic scent of blood wafting around the forest. A few minutes later, I heard a swoosh and saw something that dashed through the trees. “Did you see that?” Nathan mindlinked me and Raphal. “That was fast,” I responded over the mindlink while Raphal remained silent as we slowly form a circle. Finally, I caught a glimpse of the wolf and chased it. The wolf stopped when it sensed my presence and looked back at me. It had red eyes and fresh scars. I am certain that this is a feral wolf. I leaped towards it and bit his neck. Raphal and Nathan backed me up by biting his leg and tail. The feral wolf yelped and struggled for a bit until giving up and lie to death.

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.