August had not expected to be attacked by a wolf. If he had, he would’ve packed his sword. But without his sword, he wasn’t capable of doing much. And that was what left him sitting against a tree — clutching his leg with shaky, bloody hands. August had never bandaged his own wound before. In fact, he’d never had a wound this large before. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

He had sat there for awhile when he heard the footsteps. The crunch of the leaves. At first, he’d been worried for the appearance of another wolf. And then, he saw her. An angel. An angel had touched down from the heavens to come and help him out. And though he’d wished he could’ve said something more clever, all that came from his tired lips was; “Why, hello there.” And then the world went dark.