A huge golden wolf was running through the woods on a pitch-black night. A bunch of brown and black wolves were following him obediently. His golden aura was pure and showing his authority over others. They were running faster and faster as if their life depended on it. After a while, the golden wolf stopped and sniffed the air for a moment. And again, he ran. So did others.
Suddenly, they heard faint voices. The voices became clearer and clearer as they got close to the village. But their hearts skipped a bit, realizing those were not just voices. They were cries, ranting and howling of the werewolves. The golden wolf picked up his full speed. He was running at the speed of lightning. But they were still too far from that village. The howls were getting lower and lower before turning int
