#Chapter 1:-

Jessica was standing a short distance away from him, staring

into the darkness of his bloodshot eyes with defiance .

They exchanged defiant and threatening looks, taking a fighting position , between them,

an old vendetta and now it's time for confrontation .

She took out her silver dagger and hid it behind her back, ready to shove it right into his heart at

the moment The moment a giant fur ball jumped over her ,she

watched him fly .

over her as if it was a scene in slow motion , Jessica jumped

high, stabbing him with her

dagger, targeting his chest,but

she missed the shot and hit his front leg.

He fell to the ground writhing in pain , But he quickly gathered

his strength and pounced on her

pinning her under him

With difficulty, she managed to reach the iron stick that was

lying on the ground and used it

to block his sharp teeth that were trying to cut her neck.

Jessica turned around looking for her dagger, which she lost when the werewolf rescued her .

She found it out of her reach, impossible to reach She has to get it back and now, or she's over!

She thought quickly and then kicked him hard on his stomach,

making him fly in the air, making a sound like that made by dogs.

It is the weak point of the wolves, a strong blow to the

abdomen would cause a lot of

pain and change the course of

the fight to her advantage.

she rushed to pick up her dagger While the huge yellow-eyed

black wolf came back to its feet again and resumed the fight .

They circled around each other, preparing to attack, when they

were interrupted by large pieces of rubble that had fallen from the ceiling .

Jessica remained in place, confused as to what to do.

The place is falling apart and

there is no time left to either survive or take revenge.

Jessica ran along the wolf shoe along the narrow lane leading to

the exit as boulders fell on top of them .

she avoided the rock that fell in front of her, and she saw the

light of the sun, very close to

the exit, and trying to avoid the second rock that fell on her, she stumbled and fell on her

head , and then nothing but darkness.

Jessica opened her eyes to find that she was wet and stained with mud and blood and rain

pouring down on her like a waterfall at night in the open.

No sign of the wolf, he escaped !

Jessica hit the ground with her fist repeatedly, letting out a scream of oppression that reverberates throughout the forest.

she slammed the room door hard and went straight into the bathroom which was

primitive and luxurious at the same time, as we see in medieval films ,She took off her

clothes nervously, she was getting angry how can she not do that when she has missed the opportunity to avenge her father for the third time .

She lay in the bathtub and all the dirt covering her body mixed with the water in the

tub she closed her eyes, recalling the details of her father's horrific death .

flash back. ..

Jessica was just a thirteen-year-old when she was on her way with her father in the wild

woods to safety when a herd of werewolves attacked them, her father fought them well,

he was killing two at one time, and he was already over with most of them until he heard

Jessica's scream, he turned to her and hurried to fight the wolf that attacked Jessica, and

when he was running his back, he pounced on him a big black wolf pounced from behind

rip off the man's neck, and from here Jessica learned her first

rule: Never turn your back on a wolf.

The wolf had unforgettable yellow eyes, carrying grudges, and a dark darkness that

swallowed up souls her father had enough time to take his last breath " run Jessica'

Jessica ran as fast as she could and was very fast she passed the two wolves that were

running after her, and when She made sure they stopped following her.

She stopped and looked around and asked where" I am" She had lost her way.

Jessica knew she had to keep walking because if she stayed here, no one would come

looking for us and she would freeze From the cold or being preyed upon

She continued walking, wrapping her cloak around her body, resisting the wind that hit

her face, and with every step her legs were drenched in the snow that hindered her

movement despite her hunger and fear and the freezing cold of January, but Jessica was

resisting iron will although she was just a child, she was smart, brave, and fully capable of

managing her own fighting with all metrics.

After walking for hours, Jessica stopped at a giant iron gate engraved with a large letter C.

Here she is no longer Jessica was able to take more and passed out.

The gate opened and Jessica was brought in.

Jessica woke up from her commotion, regaining her awareness of reality and regaining with it her anger.

She hit the muddy water with her hand, and it scattered here and there.