You ever just sit down, relax, covered in something warm to protect you from the freezing air?

  Well, if you thought of a person bleeding to death in a pool of warm blood in a snowy forest then you are correct.

  It’s not exactly my fault I’m bleeding to death. I blame the wave of wolves who attacked the camp.

  Who knew my intuition would be so horrible. Before this trip, me and my dad were traveling in the forest, we found a small caravan that was attacked by bandits and helped out.

  The fat man was nice, he promised us coins, food, and free ride on the wagon if we helped them get to the next town.

  I had a feeling that doing that would change my life forever, and god did it.

  Just two nights after joining the caravan, a pack of wolves led by an elite ambushed us at night.

  There were about twelve wolves plus the elite, and we only had seven people who could fight, me and my dad included.

  My dad alone could fight the elite and three other wolves, but this left the other nine wolves to fight me, a teenager, and a bunch of knights who couldn’t deal with seven bandits.

  Okay saying I fought was a bit exaggerated, I only knew how to use a bow and dagger and heaven knew I’m not about to try to fight a wolf with a small knife.

  The knights could barely deal with one wolf, let alone the fact they outnumbered us. I focused on shooting the eyes of the wolves because I wasn’t confident in actually killing them.

  Although I succeeded in half blinding three wolves, two other wolves took down one of the knights and that’s when things started to fall apart.

  Freed from the knight, they went and ganged up on another leaving that poor man against four wolves. I don’t know how he was unlucky to fight two at the start and get another two but that’s in the past.

  I immediately starting shooting as many arrows as I could to help him, but he got overrun once he took one life.

  At this point the elite howled. I looked over and saw my dad beheading a third wolf with his dagger, I have no idea how he did that, and parried the elite’s fangs.

  He had two bleeding gashes in his arm and had to use his other hand but other than that he did fine.

  Oops should’ve been paying attention, surprising two wolves fell for the price of one on knight team.

  This left the two knights having to face three wolves each, I felt awful, I wasn’t doing enough.

  I may have been rash but after I shot an arrow, I ran up to one of the wolves and shot one at point blank. I successfully killed my first wolf.

  Before I could enjoy the sweet endorphins released, another wolf pounced at me, and I tried to parry with a dagger.

  Tried because I missed it and the wolf clawed my chest, snapping the leather belt of my arrow quiver and giving me three wounds. I got lucky though, I missed but I managed to stab the wolf in the eye.

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  The knight beside me manage to kill his wolf through the mouth and went to support me.

  We dealt with the blind wolf together, but we were too slow, the trio of wolves killed the other knight, so it was just us left.

  One of the wolves went to help the elite, which I saw having many wounds but giving my dad as many.

  I crouched and grabbed an arrow and notched in it my bow before letting it loose and dropping the bow again.

  The arrow stabbed into the hind leg of one wolf, but it didn’t slow down.

  I engaged it in close quarters combat while the other knight did his thing with the other wolf.

  This time I managed to parry the claws and jab a knife into its soft tummy, but it just got angrier.

  I then heard a soft crunch and glanced to the man; he was dead.

  That was unfortunate, I now had to deal with two wolves.

  I decided to sacrifice my blanket to buy me time, but to my dismay I realized it was inside the caravan, speaking of caravan, none of the merchants came to help.

  Distracted again, dammit it, I charged towards the first wolf, hoping to take him down quickly.

  I threw a knife into its mouth before I held the dagger with both hands. I held the knife over my head before it ruthlessly made its way to its skull.

  Number two down.

  I felt my spider sense tingle and dodged to the right, narrowly avoiding the wolf who came after me.

  It was already injured to some degree but so was I, and now I had no weapons.

  The knives were behind the wolf, so there was no chance for me to get them, but I remember my quiver.

  A bunch of arrows were scattered on the ground, it was to the left, behind the wolf.

  I charged towards the wolf before stopping just before it, making it eat air. I then ran to the left, but the wolf wasn’t having it, it bit towards my arm.

  I gritted my teeth, as long as I killed the wolf I could rest and maybe the caravan would have a healing potion to heal me.

  The wolf ripped a chunk of flesh away and happily swallowed it; I hope he choked on it.

  But I finally made it to the arrows, I grabbed one and immediately took my revenge by stabbing it in the eye.

  The wolf thrashed and broke the arrow, but I kept stabbing him with the broken shaft.

  I realized that I had arrows, plural, beneath me so I went out and grabbed another.

  But seeing as I was distracted, the wolf immediately bit me, I had no choice but to shove my hand down its gullet.

  Why did I have no choice? Because if I did anything else I would lose a lot more than just my hand.

  I grabbed its uvula while fiercely stabbing more and more arrows into its hide.

  I had a sharp intake of breath when the wolf finally chomped my hand off, but after five more arrows into the eye socket, it was finally dead.

  I could finally rest but I remembered my dad, he was still fighting the elite.

  I looked and saw the spare wolf already died while my dad had a dagger through the elite’s eye socket.

  He was breathing roughly, had one arm limply holding his knife, and stood proudly.

  That’s my dad.

  BWAM

  I stared, eyes wide open, as a large piece of ice crashed into my father.

  “WHAT THE HELL?!?!”

  Before I knew it my hoarse voice cried out in shock.

  A fat man with his stupid receding hairline, grinned.

  “Ah sorry, I just wanted to help killed the elite wolf, but you father was in the way.”

  He put away the wand that had a blue jewel on the tip then walked towards my father’s corpse.

  “Ah a shame he died pitifully. OOoo but this elite skin would pay for the cost of using my wand.”

  “Stop! Let. Me. Go-ack” I heard the merchant’s daughter yelling in the caravan.

  “Uh sir, I don’t know how I feel about this.” A man said before stepping out of the caravan. He went towards the corpses of the fallen knights.

  “Do you want to be paid? Just grab the money we paid them, and grab the wolf corpses, they would fetch a nice price. GET WORKING.”

  I stared in disbelief; this man changed his personality by one eighty degrees. He was so nice when he saw my dad defeating the bandits, and now he just killed him.

  He looked at me with contempt. “What are you staring at brat?”

  He walked over and kicked me. I coughed up blood.

  “Dammit, you got blood” kick. “all” kick. “over” kick. “my” kick. “shoes” kick.

  What the hell, why does he hate me so much? What did I do? I could not understand what the hell was happening.

  He then kicked me in the skull as I blacked out.