The wolf pack below has already drawn near, one of them trying to climb up.
Renee Morgan stood on the rock wall, plunged her knife down without hesitation, and the wolf tumbled off the stone, the pack immediately pouncing, trying to bite her arm.
Renee withdrew quickly—they brushed against her arm as they landed, drool splattering, breathing heavily.
Standing on the stone wall, Renee looked at the wolves below, recalling the time she stabbed a giant bug and the deterrent effect it had.
Maybe she needed to kill a wolf to resolve this crisis.
After freezing through the night, exhausted and sleepy, Renee found herself bursting with endless strength at the brink of life and death.
When another wolf tried to climb again, Renee's knife struck fast, fierce, and precise, plunging into its throat.
"Awooo..." The wolf collapsed to the ground, letting out a miserable howl.
The wolves' eyes were already blood-red; they leapt up in succession, pouncing at her.
