The silver full moon shone brightly in the otherwise dark and cloudless night sky. Its light was reflected in his amber-colored eyes, which appeared almost black in the darkness. His muzzle was pointed towards the sky. Fenris closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath through his nose. The werewolf could detect all kinds of scents around him: The typical smell of the coniferous forest, the various animals that made their home in it, the smoke pouring out of a chimney from one of the dis

Fenris inhaled deeply through his nose. Her scent was so intense that his mouth watered and his stomach rumbled in anticipation of the meal to come. He was hungry, very hungry. Fenris couldn't wait to devour the girl, to swallow her whole and feel all of her weight in his full belly. Still, the girl was not her. Not the huntress he had devoured back then, the girl he so desired and would probably never see again. It seemed like an eternity ago. But that didn't matter now. All Fenris cared about