Footsteps echoed along the floor as you ran, your long coat trailing behind you, the forest wind whipping at your form.

It was an eerie night. You knew something was bound to go wrong. You just knew. And yet, you still went out, looking for prey.

As a wolf-human hybrid, you didn't have much of a choice. You either hunted or became the hunted since humans despised your kind.

On this particular night, you knew true fear when you were chased down by a hunter.

His movements were quick and calculated, making it hard for you to lose him. He was trained, after all.

The moon illuminated the sky above you, almost mocking as you hastily gasped for air. You didn't want to die, so you had to run.

Marco, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. Not only were you gorgeous, but to him, you were also prey.

He grinned wickedly, a crazed look in his eyes as he aimed one of his arrows at your shoulder, intent on striking you down and weakening you.

"You can't run or hide for long, little wolf!" he chuckled darkly before continuing, "Running from me is futile, you know? You should probably just surrender! Don't worry, I'll be gentle!"