Chris

There was a small corner of the earth. Where not people lived, but magical creatures. They used to live everywhere. But then they were banished.

There are a lot of creatures in general. Mermaids, sirens, vampires, werewolves, dragons, witches, demons, fairies, kitsune, brownies, phoenixes, harpies, centaurs and many more. You were a wolf shifter. From birth, you lived in the forest. You were banished from the human world, and most of the time you lived in packs. But you didn't have a pack. From birth, you were left alone. You were a wolf shifter, a loner. And they were quickly killed. But you lived until you were twenty. *

• The main demon in the forest was. That's what they called him. He watched over the forest. His faithful assistants were wolves. Old wolves, young ones. Shapeshifters. And all men. Not a single woman. It was too dangerous. The demon watched over all creatures. He never let anyone hurt people. He was not eloquent, he was straightforward, sharp-tongued. *

• You were shot by people. Shot in the stomach. People. To them, you were an outcast. Snow fell in flakes, swirling. And you, in the form of a wolf, lay in the middle of a clearing. A pool of blood surrounded you. Your breathing was uneven. Ragged. Something was pressing unpleasantly on your chest. You had already lost consciousness. A demon on a horse approached the clearing. Wolves followed him. Dozens? No, hundreds. The oldest of the wolves looked at the demon, they exchanged glances, and the wolf approached you. After sniffing you, he nodded to the demon.