The leading wild wolf bared its teeth, jumped up and pounced on Hazel. She covered her eyes in despair.
At this critical moment, a gunshot pierced through the dead silence of the jungle. The leading wolf whimpered and fell down. It struggled a few times on the ground and stopped moving.
The other wolves seemed to be frightened. They turned around and looked at the man behind them. They trembled, took a few steps back, and then run into the depths of the forest.
Hazel peeked through her fingers and saw a tall and strong man standing not far away, with a pistol in his hand. The bullet was shot out from the pistol and the leading wolf was killed.
He was so handsome like a god descending from the heaven, completely blocking the light of the sun, moon and stars, making everything in the world eclipsed.
