A creature, dark and gracious as the moonlit night, ran rigorously through the forest trees and grassy bushes of the most dangerous wilderness on the outskirts of the city. It's speedy, threatening, and violent. Its dark fur continuously shimmered as it dashed through, swift as an elusive shadow. It's growl, sending slower creatures protecting themselves from the evils that reside in this wilderness
About a mile or more behind, slimmer shadows of nocturnal beings ran swiftly in pursuit of the wolf. They were not vampires, but they ran so swiftly and dangerously. There were 4 of them racing with the wind in an attempt to reach the wolf.
"He must not reach the barrier!" A loud, hoarse, scary voice shouted onto the night as he ran with inhuman speed. The other human beside him, a man, nodded in understanding as he stretched his right hand to his back and drew out a bow and an arrow 🏹 whose slim, thick body shimmered in contrast with the moonlight.
Silver.
The man stopped and aimed the arrow against the bow towards the moon and closed his eyes, whispering a short incantation as he finally released the bow.
The wolf was tiny... a cub. But it ran with so much force and raced even faster when he realised he was close to the finish now. They would never be able to catch up now. It was obvious, and he was glad. As he jumped finally, smoothly, one last jump that would take him through the barrier—an invisible wall that ended the entire length of the forest—a stinging pain shot through his back and didn't go away. He groaned so loudly, roared even, as he felt the silver arrow pierce through him and land inside of him. His jump turned into a fall.
He tried to get up but could not. He reached uncomfortably for the arrow on his back but could not reach for it. He had to be strong. He knew it. If not, he was going to die here.
"NO!" A voice screamed suddenly and suddenly began to laugh. "You may have jumped the barrier, but you did not escape."
"The silver will kill you, cub." One said.
"We will not stop until every Wolfkin of Lunari is dead!"
And that was when he realised that he had crossed the barrier. He still had a chance. He could survive.
"I was a prince, but you have made me nothing. An Alpha to no pack. No wolf." It's tiny voice growled, staring point blank at the oldest of the Noctaris that stood facing him, blocked by the barrier. His grey and black hair mix, standing out against the moonlight.
It growled and tore it's vengeful eyes away from them as it struggled to get up now. And leapt continuously till it turned to a weak, weak run.
In its weakness, the creature, half dying now, looked towards the forest one last time, at the people who had shot it, and said,
"The Moon has favoured me."
He looked fiercely at the wicked eyes that had ruined the beautiful life that he once knew. He will not die. He will live and grow, and when he is strong enough, he will come for them. He will come for the people with the blessing of the moon and the gift of night. He will take their lives without mercy, the same way they have done to his family, his pack, and his entire world.
It gave a weak howl and disappeared into the depths of the night, leaving behind only the echoes of its fleeting presence. It never looked back.