He was standing in the middle of the field alone and not able to speak. Bright light was shining into his eyes making it harder to see his enemy. The farmer has worked hard his whole life and now this creature should destroy all of it? No, he could not let that happen. His shotgun was hanging from his shoulder and he was ready to use it.
Every morning he found one of his sheep dead, lying on the ground soaked with blood. He swore he would stop it.
The wolf was coming closer and closer baring his fangs. It was not an ordinary wolf. This one was huge; he has never seen such a thing.
The farmer backed one step. But then he regained his power and directed the gun at the wolf. Neither of them moved. Then he heard howling in the distance and he knew he needs to act quickly.
The wolf was faster though and jumped on the farmer, cutting his claws deep in the farmer’s skin. Wolf’s fangs were inches from his face. The only thing he could think of was his family. He pulled out his knife and cut the wolf’s throat.
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