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He opened his eyes just in time to see the wolf's jaws stretching wide, ready to bite his head clean off.
He activated the Skinwalker's Mask.
The wolf's mouth clamped down—right through his now-transparent body.
Rave groaned and quickly stood up.
It fucking hurts. I might just die today.
He shook his head, trying to clear the negative thoughts.
The wolf's mouth snapped shut on air. Rave took his chance—he rushed in and started throwing punches. Wild, sloppy, desperate.
The mutant wolf flinched under the flurry, then slammed him away with its massive paw.
Rave went flying, crashing into a tree with a sickening thud. He gasped, air knocked from his lungs.
The wolf wasn't done.
It charged again—merciless.
Rave rolled, barely dodging the incoming jaws. Still gasping, he rushed forward, leapt, and latched onto its back.
The wolf began thrashing violently, trying to throw him off.
Rave clung tighter.
If I let go, I'll die.
He inched closer to its neck and locked in a chokehold. It seemed to be working.
Until the wolf slammed itself backward, crushing him beneath its massive body.
He let out a painful gasp.
He felt ribs crack.
Darkness tried to take him, but he fought it.
The wolf stood again.
Rave, shaking, forced himself up.
"I can't handle more," he muttered. "I have to finish this. Quick."
He turned and ran. Limping. Bloodied. Broken. But alive.
The wolf noticed and gave chase.
Rave's body screamed at him to stop, but he kept running.
He looked back—the wolf was gaining. Fast.
A desperate idea suddenly occurred to him. He spotted a cat in the distance, peacefully sleeping.
He started sprinting towards it, his body protesting every step.
On reaching it, he quickly grabbed the cat's tail and started hitting the wolf with it, the cat's claws causing the wolf to start bleeding.
The wolf, surprised by the sight of its own blood, boiled with rage and used its long and sharp claws to decapitate the cat. Blood splattered on both their faces.
He threw the cat's headless body at the wolf and started running back to his house, wiping the blood off his face. "Disgusting..."
He was already next to his house. He looked back to see the wolf finally catching up, its massive body barreling towards him.
"Too late, buddy!"
He stuck out his tongue and ran into the house from the collapsed door. He searched for his bow, the sounds of the wolf's snarls and claws scraping the ground growing closer.
'Bow, where the fuck is the god damn bow!'
He finally found the bow and quickly picked it up, arrows clutched in one hand.
Heading back outside at the view of a rushing mutant shadow wolf towards him. He extends the string after placing an arrow on it.
'If i miss I die, fuck it' He tilts his bow up and releases the arrow.
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