The three of them stood their guard, watching all angles. The snapping of branches could be heard all around them.

"There's at least three, maybe more." Sam's blade pointed towards the direction of one of the snaps. "They're fast, but I bet I'm faster." A smirk grew on her lips.

"Sam stop showing off." Reaver held a sword in each hand, one pointing to each side.

Another howl shot from nearby as one of the beasts charged Reaver, another gunning for Sam. Both of the Innistrad soldiers eliminated their prey, small yips shooting from their lips.

Two more shot out, one from the top of the trees, both charging for Roland. He closed his eyes. "Doom Blade." A black blade shot from his hand as he swung, cutting one of the creatures in half. He jumped just before the second could tear his arm off. "Oblivion Ring!" A ring of light wrapped around the second werewolf, both of them disappearing seconds later.

The two fighters looked at their companion. "Black and white?" Sam's smirk grew wider. "Such an odd combination."

Roland smiled. "Orvhov mages are experts on life and death, black and white." His hands radiated auras of white and black. "A complicated balance, but perfect when mastered." He looked down at the three bodies which melted into their human forms. "They really were werewolves…"

"You didn't believe us?" Sam checked one of the bodies then pulled off a piece of jewelry: a small chain with an odd pendant. "I've never seen this symbol before…"

Reaver checked the chain, eyeing it closely. "It's definitely not from Gavony. It's not even from Kessig. So odd…" He slipped the chain into his pocket. "We'll look into it at the next town. Right now, we need to move."

Sam and Reaver went right to packing while Roland checked the body of the werewolf he killed with the Doom Blade. It was a young girl, barely fifteen. His stomach churned at the sight of her dead eyes. It reminded him of the young elf girl…

Reaver put his hand on Roland's shoulder. "She's in a much better place, Planeswalker. The life of those infected with lycanthropy is a dark life." He looked around for a second before grabbing his bag. "We must go now. More will be coming."

The three of them began heading deeper into the forest. Howls could be heard all around them. Was this what it was really like to live in Innistrad? Did they really suffer the attacks of monsters every night?

If it was true, he was surprised that they all lived as long as they have. The werewolves were sickeningly fast. They were smart, too. Always keeping up with them but never getting too close. Roland looked to the side, seeing glowing eyes following them. "They don't give up, do they?"

"They only back off from a hunt if their numbers get cut down too low. We only got three." Reaver was on full alert, hand on his sword. Sam was the exact same. "Their pack is probably massive."

"How big are they usually?"

"Oh…" Reaver looked around him. "Usually twelve or so. This one is a big pack, though. Definitely over twenty."

"They'll tear us apart if we stop." Sam's knives were already drawn. "Even I can't take a pack of twenty."

They ran all throughout the night with the werewolves always on their tail. Sam and Reaver were used to it. They'd been running from such nasty creatures their whole lives. Roland wasn't as used to it, though. He usually was the chaser, not the chased. If he couldn't take some overgrown dogs, how could he take on his true prey?

Roland stopped, turning around and facing the direction of one of the howls.

"Roland, what the hell are you doing?" Sam ran back to him, putting her back against his. It was her training: Never leave an opening for your foe.

Reaver's back shot up against the two of them as well, his sword drawn. "This is no time to be brave, Planeswalker. They could tear us all apart if we let them have the smallest opening…"

Roland looked down the path towards the direction they came from. "Just make sure we live long enough."

"Long enough for what, Planeswalker?"

Roland closed his eyes for barely a second then when he opened them, a massive werewolf stood in the path. It looked like it was smiling. More red eyes quickly followed, revealing many more of these beasts. "Just trust me…"

They charged towards the three travelers, full speed. "Any time now, Planeswalker…"

They got closer to them, all of their heart's racing. "Roland, hurry up!"

Time felt slow around him as he concentrated. He needed to do this at the perfect moment.

"Roland!"

A bright light surrounded them, stopping the werewolves in their tracks. Reaver and Sam looked above them at the source of the light.

Two massive creatures seemed to melt out of the bright light. Both of them were massive and one looked like a powerful soldier clad in shining armor. The other looked dead like a zombie.

"Sun Titan! Grave Titan!" Roland looked up at the monsters that had appeared behind him. "Protect us, please!"

The massive creatures swung their swords, killing werewolf after werewolf. Roland's companions stared in awe at the power of the giants. "I haven't seen anyone summon a creature that big before…" Sam said after blowing an impressed whistle.

Reaver smirked. "That's what happens when you live in a tiny town your whole life. You miss out on some amazing things."

The giants weren't the only ones fighting, either. Roland was bouncing around the battlefield, casting spell after spell. Eventually the werewolves disappeared and with the threat gone, the titans followed.

It was silent again. All the werewolves were either dead or ran for it and Roland stood his ground, smiling back at his companions. "Did you doubt me?"

The two just shook their heads. "Well, let's go." Reaver pointed ahead. "The path is long and we should get to the next town as soon as we can."

"Lead the way, Captain." Roland put his arms down to his sides. Then, a small pendant fell out of his sleeve.

"What's that?" Sam grabbed it with lightning fast reflexes, Roland's eyes getting wide. "Looks like a necklace."

"It's a pendant. It helps me cast my spells." Roland grabbed for it, Sam playing keep away with the young Planeswalker. "C'mon, give it back before we get eaten."

This lasted for a few seconds before the pendant hit a tree, popping open. It wasn't broken, but a latch did come undone. Inside of it was a small picture of a young girl with red hair. She appeared to be an elf.

Before anyone could ask any questions, Roland snatched the pendant and snapped it shut. "C'mon, let's go find another town. I'm getting hungry." Roland shot away, leaving the other two quietly behind.

"Reaver?"

"Yes, Sam?"

"What the hell just happened here?"

"I think you stumbled upon another dark little secret of our little Planeswalker." Reaver just smiled. "Let's leave the poor boy's life alone, though. We all have some things that should stay hidden."

Sam looked down at her feet. "Right…"

The three continued on their way. At daybreak they reached what should've been the next town, but as the daylight revealed, there was only ashes, smoke and charred remains. They stood outside of the gates, letting the reality sink in.

"What happened here?" Roland just looked at the mess before him.

Sam walked over to a small pile of debris near the gate. She knelt over and picked up a piece of armor. It was completely charred. "Sam?" Reaver walked closer to her.

She put her hand out, stopping him. "This isn't any armor that I've seen a Gavony soldier wear…" She handed it to Reaver. As he inspected it, it had a small and unusual mark on it. "That's a mark of the Voldaren family. These are damn Vampires."