Darkness

A group of men were seen dragging some young male wolves to an open area.

In the distance, a man stood wearing a black cloak with a knife in his hand. He walked towards the men and whispered something to them to which they all nodded and left the wolves alone.

He smiled wickedly and faced the wolves who were stricken with fear.

"Shift," The man commanded with an unearthly voice, and the wolves suddenly shifted to their human form.

He smiled in satisfaction as though he was happy that his instruction was obeyed.

Walking towards a fire that had been lit earlier, he dipped the knife in his hands into the fire and brought it out. The knife was now red from the flames it had been subjected to.

He muttered something incoherent and held one of the wolves by the arm and began to cut off the pack mark which was embedded on his left shoulder.