The massive wolf loping through the snow turned his head and looked behind him trying to see if the hunter was still pursuing him. He stood, ears erect. Panting heavily, he rested regaining energy. He had been running through deep snow drifts for several hours trying to escape from the hunter. Normally hunters would be lost in the distance within minutes. Lucian stood wondering who, or what, on earth could have been able to keep up at that pace for so long, except for another werewolf, but werewolves did not hunt down and kill other werewolves under any circumstances. Lucian straightened…
