Sarina is a world of beasts and Kings, werewolves who live in peace and harmony with each other, only warring with creatures they believe to be lesser than the wolf. This is what history books will tell you.
It could not be further from the truth...
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The forest cried that night.
Many moons had passed since the wolves trampled through my home.
They had cared not for my tree, nor what may lay within it.
Man is vicious, and wolves are wild.
Together, in the form of the beast, nothing could stop them from the kill.
Many animals lost their lives as the wolves hunted, disrupting the balance and sending nature into chaos.
I have spent the nights since then restoring that balance, returning the King's guards to him when they wandered too far, and pacing the boundary of his pack to keep the peace.
I am a guardian of the forest, not a babysitter to mankind.
Those pathetic, rotten, no g-
Man.
My body tensed, perking up in search of the danger. All signs of my aggressive thoughts vanished immediately as I focused on the world around my home.
I raised slowly from my stooped position over the garden, a clump of fresh carrots clenched between my fingers.
An earthy scent drifted through the air, familiar.
Wolf.
A twig snapped at the edge of the field; a shadow moved between the trees.
I snarled, dropping the carrots and positioning my body in defense, eyes narrowing on the tall figure. Pulling up my hood and mask, I quickly tried to keep my identity a secret.
A man stepped out, hands raised in surrender and eyes diverted towards the ground.
Know him.
The man from that night, the brave one.
"I need your help."
I growled as he approached, holding up a hand in warning. He didn't pause, continuing towards me with determination.
"Please." My snarling faltered as I took in his ragged appearance.
Panic.
He reeked of it, eyes wide and sweat dripping down his face. His fire from before had disappeared, replaced with cold, hard fear.
What happened to him?
"He took them, he took them both and I can't get them out." He was stuttering, tripping over his feet on his way to me. I backed up, sending him another warning growl. "Please."
He was directly in front of me now, kneeling before me.
Begging.
Man does not beg.
He takes until there is nothing left to give and feels no remorse. No fear.
Yet here he is.
This gave me pause, body straightening and arms relaxing.
