The wolf's howl sounded so heartbreaking is for a werewolf. He gave a sign asking for help to the other wolves around the forest.

A man dragged the big wolf without the help of others. The wolf looked weak from being slashed by the silver sword that had smeared with poison. He walked through the forest then stopped in front of a cave.

The man enters the cave, in his mind saying this is an appropriate place for torment. The wolf grew weaker and weaker, the beast's body slowly turning into a human.

The man stuck the nail in the werewolf's hand so that it penetrated the ground werewolf's had returned to his human form. There was a scream of pain escaping from his mouth. He even howled to vent the pain from the nail that had stuck in his hand. It doesn't stop the torture and makes men want to do more.

"Where, Igor Kraynov?" asked the man, taking a knife that was behind his coat.

"I don't know where he is," he replied weakly.

The grinning man knew that werewolves wouldn't just say that. The knife in his hand began to work and slowly began to slice through the skin on his stomach.

The werewolf howled voice was heartbreaking. The human form turned into a werewolf again. However, the changes weren't perfect. The head is still human.

"I asked once again where he is!" said the man as he continued to slice the wolf's body.

"This is the last day for you. Keep screaming — I'm enjoying it!" said the man with a killing aura.

"Even if I die ... I will never tell you where he is," the werewolf said.

The man smiled without saying anything, slashed the knife, and skinned the werewolf all over. Eventually, the werewolf died, and his body returned to a fully human form with no skin anymore.

He took a werewolf skin from the cave, walked through the forest. In his heart, he was annoyed that he couldn't find the werewolf he was after.

A few moments later, there was a wolf's howl, which indicated sadness over the death of his friend. The man only smiled faintly and continued walking casually.

The man was still walking through the forest, looking for more werewolves. Tonight is not enough for him to have fun with his prey. So he intends to find more wolves to satisfy his desires.

Luck was on the man's side. He saw a wolf walking towards him. However, for the werewolf, it was bad luck. To meet a man who was going to kill him.

"Let's have fun ...," said the man to the wolf who was already in front of him.

The wolf howled indicates that he met a strange man in the forest. The howl is a sign for the other wolves to come closer to him.

Quickly the man attacked the werewolf with his sword. He didn't give the werewolf a chance to fight back. The wolf was foolish who did not know if the sword that the man was carrying was poisonous.

The werewolves underestimated the man. There was a fight between the two of them. The man was able to balance his speed with that of a werewolf. In the end, the wolf fell weakly from the slash of the poisoned sword.

"Wolves like you are so stupid!" said the man with a grin.

Wolves turned into humans. He already looks weak. The man grabbed her leg then dragged her through the forest. The man is looking for the right place for the next torment.

He remembered a hut in the middle of the forest. Without thinking much, he walked towards it.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" asked the werewolf in a weak tone.

"Who am I? I am a werewolf hunter," he replied casually.

The man's footsteps stopped right in front of a hut. He smiled faintly, then walked inside dragging the werewolf. He threw the werewolf's body very hard. There was a sound of pain from a werewolf who was about to die.

"Does it hurt?" asked the man as he grabbed her hair.

"You rotten human! If I weren't this weak - I would have torn your body apart…" said the werewolf.

The man grinned again. He swept the room to look for an object that could be, used to torture the werewolf. His eyes were, fixed on the rock, and then he took the stone. He reached into his pocket and pulled out several large nails. He casually stuck it into the werewolf's hand until it pierced the ground.

There was a scream that was so heartbreaking. The werewolf's face faintly turned into a beast but quickly returned to its human form again. Howls after howls sounded so sad as the man continued to hit his hands and feet with his nails until they penetrated the ground.

"Tell me where Igor Kraynov? If you want to die quickly!" The man asked menacingly.

"You are looking for Igor ... erase that dream! Because you will not find it," replied the wolf.

"You make me sick ...."The man could not take it anymore with the wolf's answer.

The man is tired of this game. He took the knife that was to be used to skin the werewolf. He also took out a wolf skin that he had killed earlier and then threw it in the werewolf's face.

"That's you!" shrieked the wolf after seeing the wolf skin, which was his friend.

"Yes. That's me." He replied while skinning the werewolf.

There was a scream of pain. A werewolf could no longer endure the pain because the man had skinned her whole body so cruelly. The last roar escaped his mouth.

The wolves heard the howl of their comrade, who was weakening. They run and look for where the voice came from, but they couldn't find it.

Inside the old hut, the man had finished by following the second wolf he had caught. Fresh blood flowed endlessly from the wolf.

The man grinned. He already felt satisfied tonight. It's time for him to return to his house to collect the skin of his prey this time.

"I will continue to look for you, Igor Kraynov!" The man said as he walked away from the old hut.

An arrow shot towards the man. He quickly dodged it so that the shot arrow hit the old tree trunk. The man immediately ran. Nothing gith his speed.

"Hurry up and catch up!" Someone shouted.

Five people were seen armed with hunting weapons. They chase after the man while shooting arrows to immobilize him.

Arrows continuously showered the man. However, that did not stop his movement. He kept running to avoid the hunters who were thirsty for his blood.

A hunter fired his arrow, and his ill luck hit the man's arm. The man continued to run with his arm still stuck in the hands.

"Damn it! The tip of this arrow is poisonous!" snapped the man as he pulled the arrow from his arm.

He started running again his speed began to decrease. The effects of the poison began to work. He didn't just give up. He took a firearm and fired it upwards as a sign that he was in danger.

"Hurry and find him! I believe I injured him with my arrows!" cried one of the hunters to his comrades.

The man started walking by holding his injured arm and bleeding. Himself getting weaker.

"There he is ... catch up quickly!" commanded a hunter.