Okay with me

Romeo puked into the hand. And it immediately mixed with the blood and some quantity even seeped into the bone. It really irked the screamer in the woods. She was immensely disgusted. The bone of the hand was the direct spiritual link between the fog's hand and whoever the controller was. Puking into the hand and into the bone, essentially meant that she was feeling the vomit mixing with the blood all over hand. Utterly nauseating.

 "I will kill you!" She shrieked.

Romeo was really tempted to remove his teeth and tell her she was already doing a really good job at ensuring that, but he wasn't stupid. Release the hand? Then, what happens next? Death, of course.

The other hand of the fog suddenly looked more tangible close to his head.

Oh shit!

He quickly raised his paw and smacked the hand away. Then, he forcefully pulled at the hand his jaw was still clenched on. He was unable to pull the hand much, but in return, caused more damage. The resistance from the hand had caused his teeth to violently drag across the bone. More blood gushed out.

 "Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!" The voice screamed louder this time. She definitely felt it and it hurt really bad. From the sound of it, she even seemed to have wanted to burst into tears.

Aoooooooooooo!

Romeo shivered. The wolf had howled. It was ready to hunt. Earlier, he was afraid for the kids and the villagers, but now, he was the prey. The wolf was coming for him and she was closing in fast.

He quickly assessed his current situation.

He could not just run away because of the fog figure that was obviously being controlled by someone in the woods. HE had a pretty good idea where that someone, most likely, a woman was, but he would be taking a great risk closing that distance.

But then, wasn't waiting here at a stalemate going to bring him certain death? There was a wolf woman coming for his ass at top speed, and from all indications, she was much stronger than he was.

What was the best move to make? Which one would less likely lead to his doom?

He quickly made a decision.

Between the rock and a hard place? Choose the hard place. At least, it does not seem as hopeless as traversing through the rock.

He pawed down the hand he was still biting on to and forcefully crushed the bone, eliciting another blood-curdling scream. It confirmed the location of the fog-controlling witch. Releasing the hand and dodging the other hand hat had developed claws on the fingers, Romeo immediately dashed in that direction. In the direction of the witch.

Soon after he moved to get the witch, the female wolf arrived before the fog figure.

 "What took you so long, you stupid wolf?" The fog figure screamed at her. "Go find him and kill him. Hurry! He must not find me."

The wolf growled and leaped into the woods, following Romeo's residual scent at a speed higher than Romeo's.

The next two minutes passed, but the distance between Romeo and the female, man-eating wolf neither decreased nor increased. The reason behind it was that even though the wolf was much faster and should have caught up to Romeo by now, the latter was much more agile and had a lot of skill and experience traversing through the woods – a feat that almost did not prove feasible for the chaser. It was apparent this wolf lacked experience and was very unfamiliar with running through a rough mesh of trees, plants, shrubs, animals, fallen logs of wood and roots jutting out of the ground at weird angles and postures.

As Romeo got closer to the location, he realized that he was now at a part of the woods that he had never been to. A part way too far from his own small territory and the Den, and would have required him to fight at least two various packs to gain passage rights.

The place had black-ish tree trunks, the leaves were a nauseating green and yellow and there were fewer and fewer living things as in, plants, grass, small animals and trees. Even the tiny insects that were always everywhere were dead. The air was thin, humid and foggy. Breathing became harder and the deeper Romeo ran, the more confident he was that the air was poisoned. Unfortunately for him, this poison was effective against werewolves such as himself.

 "Shit!" He growled. HE stopped and turned around to get out of the poisoned fog. Everywhere was a whitish colour. He sniffed the air and immediately, his heart skipped a beat. His heartbeat accelerated. Nothing? He could not smell anything. He couldn't even perceive his own scent. All he could smell was the absence of adequate air. That, plus the poison and the fog, gave the air a strange smell.

He considered just turning in whatever direction and running in as straight a line as possible, but he knew that was what the witch wanted.

He was in a dilemma. Ahead of him was a witch with the weirdest abilities he had ever come across – not that he had encountered another witch before – and behind him was a powerful werewolf just like him, with a thirst for blood. It was obvious they were in cohorts. The wolf and the witch. And who did he have, only himself. Even the villagers he foolishly tried to save probably would join hands to attack him as they were ridiculously, annoyingly, inevitably ignorant of the vastness and depth of the hearts and minds of werewolves.

He roared in anger.

 "Dammit!"

He had a mission to complete. The deadline is two years but one day had already been wasted on such unnecessities. A whole day!

How was he supposed to be an Alpha if he could not even defend himself? What kind of shit did he put himself into? He was a hundred percent certain that if it was Alpha Jake, he would not have fallen into such a trap. Heck, if he did fall into a trap, an angry howl from him would have been enough to forcefully clear the fog.

 "Am I really that weak? I don't know!" He began speaking to himself again. "But, I don't want to die here, do I? Definitely not! What do I do? I....."

He rolled to his right.

Swoosh!