“Danger means different things to different people. For some, they find danger in heights or commitment while others are petrified of darkness or drowning. For a werewolf, danger is within every breath we take and every decision we make. You never know when you are the hunter or the prey.”
Her breath raced as she watched the figure step close to her. She knew it to be a man due to his strong physique but could only tell the color of his eyes as everything else was hidden by a bandana. His dark blue eyes were kissed by the sun as he became overjoyed at the fact that he had been standing just a mere meter from what he saw as a prize. He lifted his bow to shoot her with the silver arrow once more but found a growl to move in his direction. The man moved to shoot the other wolf, one that Auro
