Prologue
A howl is etched into the night, followed by the sharp snap of a bow. A man with white eyes and pointed teeth falls, an arrow sticking out of his side.
“Færið hann hingað,” (“Bring him here,”) commands a slender girl with waist length white hair, her golden eyes (which contrast so much to her otherwise pallid features) scanning the area.
Obediently, the wolf drags the man – if you can call him a man – by the back of his neck, as though he were a simple pup.
“Aren't you a little young to go hunting down bad people like me?” he asks, breathing a little heavily from the blood loss.
“Þegiðu!” (“Shut up!”) the girl says, enraged. She kicks the man in the jaw, which gives a loud crack.
“That hurt,” fake-whines the man.
“Hvað sagði ég?” (“What did I say?”)
“I don't speak Icelandic, sorry.”
Since his eyes are white, it is difficult for the girl to read the man's face.
With a bored expression, the man turns to see the wolf. “Ah, I see you have Kerberos' son.” The wolf's mane bristles, and he gives a guttural growl. “Yes, you detest your father, don't you? Is that why you– ?”
The girl gives a single-worded command.
“Drepa.”
With another howl, the man is torn apart.
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Boundless
WerewolfShe is boundless. Born of Elven descent, with exceptional bow and magical skills. She roams in search of revenge - for herself, and others. He is boundless. He runs through the night in anger and frustration, until he asks of her services. Rev...
