The rain poured heavily as the two wolves stormed at each other with whatever strength was left behind. The gray one, now, wearying with every second passing by while the black wolf stood strong and tall over him. My emotions were tangled. I still wasn't sure if I had given him enough blood to make him win.

His loss would destroy me entirely. I'd blame myself if anything happened to him forward.

The wind remained strong, gushing left and right. The wolves moved in a circle, heads levelled, and eyes glued on each other. I held my breath back. The first one to attack would have a greater chance of...