Prologue: Attacked

Damn it! It won't get off of me! A lean, skinny male wolf with gray, bushy fur was pinned by a vicious creature. It had startling red eyes and a speckled, red pattern that resembled blood splatters on a starry night. He attempted to struggle, but the creature was dead weight on his hind legs. The creature shoved its scarred muzzle up towards his, breathing heavily on his face. Those eyes….This isn't a normal wolf…. The lean male kicked and thrashed, but it just ticked off the creature. What the hell is this thing? The creature raked his throat with sharp, knife-like nails. Red lines blossomed on his throat. The creature raked the wound again, digging deeper. The male screamed again. Where's everyone? They can't all be dead! The creature sank its nails deeper. The male thrust upwards, throwing off the beast. Blood poured from his neck wound, pain searing through his throat. The creature eyed his wound.

"You little-" He snapped his jaw shut before finishing. Whatever this thing is, it's not going to go down easily! The creature laughed.

"Finish those words and I'll finish you." It said, grinning with its blood stained teeth on display. It can speak?! What the hell?!

"What in holy hell are you?!" He growled.

"Hm…" The creature said, tapping its chin quizzically. "A DarkOne, silly."

"The hell is that?!" The male challenged.

"What should I say? Your worst nightmare?!" It said, laughing. The wound on the male's neck began to bleed heavily. His breathing came in ragged gasps. "You won't survive. I've already done enough damage."

"You.. You monster!"

"You're hilarious, mortal. The only thing that can kill me is Vanquisher steel, which you do not possess. It's over."