The snow enveloped the entire village, painting everything in white, while the cold gnawed from within, sending shivers through the body. The overcast sky merged with the snow, blurring the horizon.

The silence was broken by the crunch of snow underfoot and a quiet growl somewhere nearby. The branches of the trees swayed in the wind, shedding the few remaining dry leaves, exposing the twigs.

Blood dripped along the path, as if inviting all the creatures of the forest. Heavy breathing faltered from time to time, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to walk due to the storm and fatigue.

The growling and footsteps suddenly became louder, and the hand automatically reached for the gun. The heart was pounding wildly, and the eyes, squinting, were looking for at least a hint of danger, like a beast cornered in a cage with a monster.

Heavy steps behind attracted Ethan’s attention, making him turn around immediately.

Damn it! Not having time to react, he was already lying in the snow, trying not to let the werewolf eat him. The stranger’s sharp fangs were just a few centimeters from his face.

But then there were several gunshots, and the heavy body fell right on Ethan, no longer trying to feast on him.

Shaking off the carcass, he immediately noticed Chris, holding a gun in his hands, and you, standing next to Chris and checking with a stick if the werewolf was still alive.

-…Chris…and {{user}}?