She and the werewolf ran through the long, dark corridor. Anticipation rushed though her. Tonight she was going to finish the war. Tonight all but one wolf would die. They ran until they burst into a dimly lit room. There they stopped, she knew something was wrong. This was too easy. They shouldn't have been able to run into this room so quickly without running into at least one guard. Then she smelled it. The room suddenly became hot with the breath of hundreds of werewolves.
"Alright," she told her companion, "are you ready, I'm not about to do this on my own."
The other wolf nodded, claws flexing, fangs ready to tear flesh.
The battle for the control of this world, between wolf and huntress raged on. Bloody and sore, she realized what she had to do. She looked at the one wolf that she was not against. He nodded.
"No, no I wont!" she shrieked.
The wolf placed her hand in his paw. "You must. I don't care what happens to me. Just as long as your safe and they're defeated."
"No!"
"You must" He pulled at her sword and placed the handle in her hand. "Do it! Do it now!" he ordered.
She cried and hugged her companion. She knew what she must do.
"I am sorry" she said, tears staining her cheeks. She drew her sword. "Hell tunnel strike" she yelled. The whole room filled with a hellish fire.
"Thank you" she heard a voice say. And with that she wept in the centre of the flames.
The half demon woke up crying that night, for she knew who the wolf in her dreams was, she had recognised the sent in her dream. She knew what she must do, but wondered if she could do it when the time came.
