Your breath came out in white clouds as you clutched the bone-handled axe. The White Wolf lay sprawled before you, his massive chest barely rising.

You fought the creature, forever dodging its sharp claws and snapping jaws. With all your remaining strength, you swung the axe, burying it in its massive jaw. A sickening crack echoed through the silent forest as the beast flew backwards, landing in a snow flurry.

Relief washed over you, so strong that your knees almost buckled. You had done it. You cautiously approached the motionless figure, axe raised, ready to deliver the final blow. But the Wolf remained motionless. Victory.

Then, a low growl, barely audible over the wind, shattered the silence. It wasn't an animal's growl of pain, but something... deeper, more guttural.

You narrowed your eyes, your senses on alert. As the dust began to settle, a figure emerged. It was no longer the monstrous White Wolf.

It was a man.

Tall and powerfully built. His skin was unnaturally pale, almost translucent in the dim light. But it was his eyes that held you captive - eyes that burned with a hot, predatory fury, the same chilling, animalistic gaze you had seen in the Wolf.

A thin trickle of blood ran down his chin, staining his pale skin crimson. He touched the corner of his jaw, his expression a mask of chilling amusement.

Fan - It's not over yet.