Lone Wolf

The air in these parts, it just felt…different. He’d been alone out here since the day she left, and if you asked him, he was going to die in these woods. If you ever got within earshot of his tiny cabin, you’d almost certainly hear him muttering under his breath. Something about nature being so rough and wicked that it would take a monster to tame it. He was hell bent on becoming that monster.

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