Longing

Dario had always been a creature of the night, a werewolf who roamed the forests and fields under the silver glow of the moon, and so had no fear when walking in the night but there was something about this particular night that he could not quite put his finger on, but as he left the meeting, a sense of dread washed over him.

The meeting had ended with him using the potion on them and watching them dissolve nothing short of disgusting.

He felt no remorse anf instead felt proud that at least he had discovered their plans beforehand or else he would have been dead within the first hours as he knew very well that they brought only highly skilled warriors, and combined with the three leaders of those clans, he did not stand a chance.

As he made his way back through the dense forest, the familiar paths twisted and turned in ways he had never experienced. The trees loomed overhead, their branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. It was a road he had traveled countless times, but