Chapter 38 Sheldon's Pov

• The trees in the forest appear lush and luxuriant as its crown shields the forest from the sun.
• A group of twenty to thirty wild wolves fiercely surround me, snarling and growling like they crave a piece of my flesh. This is one of my favourite pastimes: fighting with wild beasts.
• The forest air is heavy with the stench of bloodlust and death. The wolves encircle me, their glowing yellow eyes gleaming with primal hunger. Their snarls reverberate through the woods, a sound that would have sent any other man running.