Chapter 2: White wolf

Red. Under its paws. On the ground. Liquid red. Heat scorched the snow, although it wasn't enough to melt, it still obscured the purity of the ground the wolf stood on. The human side would have wanted to question the intruders, but the wolf didn't understand reason; it believed in the most severe kind of judgment. It knew only to kill. To protect its own. Dead. Before they could even understand what was happening, all eight of them were lying on the ground, drowning in their blood. The temperature chilled. Snow began to fall again, heavily. Within a few hours, there will be no trace of the blood and gore or the bodies. All that will be left would be clear, unadulterated snow. And a wolf, just as white as the ground it stood on. The white wolf, the most feared wolf in the world.