The smell of fear permeated the air, driving Raul and Melina to the point of madness.
The yearly hunt had begun in earnest an hour before, and most of the pack had made their kills.
Let them have the easy ones, my dear, Raul cooed in his wife’s mind.
Yes, she responded in kind. We shall take the strong.
They moved as one, tracking through the forest until they came to a cave. The scent was so strong, they didn’t think twice.
A large shadowy figure stood waiting. Moonlight glistened off his silver sword. “Come, beasts. Let us finish this.”