Fantasy Wolf Psychosis

Ethan felt his body shaken violently and the vision blurred. His ears were filled with high-pitched whistles and low growls.

He tried to open his eyes and found himself in a desolate and dark forest. The trees rose to the sky, their shadows grotesquely distorted in the moonlight. The air was thick with the smell of blood and fear.

He quickly realizes that he is no longer human, but a werewolf. His limbs were strong and powerful, and his body was covered with thick gray fur. He felt a strong instinct driving him to flee, because he knew that something was hunting him.

"Run! Don't stop!" A familiar voice rang in his ear. Ethan turned to see the other werewolf -- a slim she-wolf running as fast as he could. Her eyes were full of panic and determination, and she kept urging Ethan to speed up.

Ethan didn't think much of it and immediately quickened his pace. He felt his heart beat violently and the blood raced through his body. Everything in the woods became blurred and twisted, and he could only rely on instinct to keep running forward.

The roar behind him came closer and closer, and Ethan could feel the breath of the pursuers. Their breathing was heavy and muffled, as if at any moment they would pounce on him and tear him apart.

He ran as fast as he could, trying to get away from them, but no matter how hard he tried, the pursuers were always hot on his heels.

"Quick! Here!" "Cried the she-wolf suddenly in a hurry, pointing to a narrow path ahead. Ethan didn't hesitate to follow her into the path, the low branches of the tree cutting blood into their bodies, but they ignored the pain and just kept running.

They walked through a thicket of thorns, spikes piercing relentlessly into their fur and muscles, but the pain was far outweighed by the fear of being caught by their pursuers. Their gasps grew heavier, and with each step they seemed to be struggling to climb out of an abyss.

"We can't stop!" "Cried the she-wolf, her voice full of anxiety.

'I know! Ethan gritted his teeth and ran as hard as he could. He could feel his body growing heavier, but he knew that stopping meant death.

Suddenly, a fast-flowing river appeared before them. She jumped in without hesitation, followed by Ethan. The icy water suddenly overwhelmed their bodies, and they paddled desperately in the water, trying to escape their pursuers by drifting downstream.

The roar behind him was muffled by the roar of the river, and Ethan felt a glimmer of hope. They struggled to swim forward in the water, trying to escape the enemy by using the cover of the river.

However, the cold and rapid flow of the river soon overwhelmed them. The she-wolf swam first to the shore, and Ethan followed. Gasping for breath, they tried to regain some strength, but they knew their pursuers would not let them off easily.

"Quick, we have to keep running!" Ethan urged, a hint of desperation in his voice.

The she-wolf nodded, and they began to run again. This time, they ran along the river bank deeper into the forest, trying to find a safe place to hide.

However, the pursuers were apparently more persistent than they thought. The roar sounded again behind them, and Ethan and the she-wolf felt a wave of despair. They had begun to slow down, but they knew they could not stop.

A thick thicken appeared ahead, and Ethan and the she-wolf dived into it, hoping to hide from their pursuers under the cover of the bush. They walked through the bushes, their wounds constantly being torn by spikes, but they ignored them and just kept going.

Suddenly the she-wolf stopped, her ears perked up, and she heard something. Ethan stopped, too, and looked around nervously. The darkness around them seemed to have countless pairs of eyes staring at them, and there was a sense of oppression in the air.

"They're still after us," the she-wolf whispered, a hint of fear in her voice.

Ethan nodded, his heart filled with despair. Their strength was almost exhausted, and it was clear that their pursuers would not let them go easily. They must find a safe place or they will be caught.

'There's a cave! The mother Wolf suddenly pointed to a hidden spot ahead. Ethan followed her direction, and sure enough, he saw a small opening, and they ran quickly past it and into the cave.

The cave was dark and damp, but at least temporarily blocked the pursuers' view. They gasped, trying to regain some strength. Ethan felt a dull ache all over his body, but he knew now was not the time to rest.

"We can't stay here long," Ethan whispered, his voice tinged with tension.

The she-wolf nodded with a gleam of determination in her eyes. They continued to walk through the cave, hoping to find another way out. However, the interior of the cave was complex and tortuous, and their footsteps echoed off the walls as if countless voices were mocking their powerlessness.

Suddenly, deep in the cave came footsteps and a low growl. Ethan and the she-wolf felt a wave of fear, knowing that their pursuers had found them. They must escape now, or they will be trapped here.

"We have to find another way!" Ethan said eagerly, his voice full of anxiety.

The she-wolf nodded, and they turned quickly, trying to find another way out. The air inside the cave became heavier and heavier, as if it were pressing against their breathing. Ethan felt his heart pounding, blood racing through his body.

They finally found a narrow exit, and Ethan went out first. The air outside was fresh and cool, and he felt relieved. The she-wolf followed, and at last they escaped from the cave.

However, the outside world is not safe. They were standing in an open field surrounded by high rock walls and thick shrubs. Ethan felt a wave of despair, knowing that their escape was not over.

"We must keep running!" Ethan shouted, a note of despair in his voice.

The she-wolf nodded, and they began to run again. They felt their bodies grow heavier and heavier as the sights sped past them, but they could not stop.

Suddenly, a towering cliff appeared ahead. They were cornered, their pursuers had caught up behind them, their eyes shining with fervor, their low growls echoing through the air.

"We're trapped," the she-wolf whispered, her voice tinged with despair.

Ethan didn't answer, his eyes darting around, trying to find a way out. However, surrounded by dense trees and towering cliffs, there was no hope of escape.

"We must fight!" Ethan whispered, his voice full of determination.

The she-wolf nodded with a gleam of determination in her eyes. Back to back, they braced themselves for the attack of the pursuers. The werewolves approached slowly, their eyes glistening with bloodlust, their low growls echoing through the air.

Fighting broke out, and Ethan and the she-wolf fought as hard as they could against their pursuers. Their claws and fangs flickered in the air, each attack carried deadly force. The air was filled with the smell of blood and the howl of pain, and the whole forest seemed to tremble.

Ethan felt his strength rapidly draining from him, his body covered in numerous wounds, but he fought as hard as he could. Only fighting, he knew, would give them a chance of survival.

The female Wolf's body is exceptionally flexible in battle, and her every leap and pounce is carried with incredible force. Her eyes shone with anger and determination, and every stroke of her claw was accompanied by the screams of her enemies. However, the number of enemies was simply too great, and they kept coming in what seemed to be an endless stream.

"We can't stop!" Ethan yelled, clenching his teeth. There was a touch of desperation in his voice, but more determination. They must hold on, even if a second of breathing time can mean the hope of life.

The enemy's attacks became more and more intense, and Ethan felt every part of his body burning like pain. His vision is fading, but he's still trying his best, wielding his claws and fangs, to push the enemy back. He could feel her breath fading, but she was still fighting as hard as she could.

Suddenly, a strong werewolf pounced on Ethan and slammed him to the ground. Ethan struggled, but the force of the werewolf was so great that he felt his bones creak. Just as he was about to be torn apart, the she-wolf pounced and knocked the werewolf away.

"Run!" The she-wolf gasped and cried, her voice full of determination.

Ethan struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with gratitude and despair. He knew that the mother Wolf was fighting for his last chance, but he also knew that he no longer had the strength to run away. They have been cornered, the only thing to do is to fight with the last ounce of strength.

"Together!" Ethan whispered, his voice full of determination.

The she-wolf nodded with a gleam of determination in her eyes. Back to back, they met again the attack of the pursuers. The enemies drew closer, their roars echoing through the air, as if announcing the fate of Ethan and the she-wolf.

Just then, a stronger werewolf appeared. There was a cold light in his eyes and a sense of oppression. As he slowly approached, the other werewolves moved out of the way, clearing a path for him.

"There you are at last," whispered the strong werewolf, his voice tinged with mockery and cruelty.

Ethan and the she-wolf looked at each other, and they both knew that this opponent was stronger than any before. They have no choice but to fight with all their strength.

The strong werewolf suddenly attacked, and he was so fast as lightning that Ethan could barely see his movements. He felt a sharp pain and found that his body had been hit hard and hit hard against a big tree. The pain was so severe that he almost fainted, but he still clenched his teeth and tried to stand up.

The mother Wolf also suffered a heavy blow, tearing a deep gash in her body and bleeding continuously. Her breathing grew faster, but she stood up tenaciously, ready for the next attack.

The strong werewolf strikes again, this time his target is the she-wolf. His claws glinted cold and struck hard at the she-wolf's body. The she-wolf tried to avoid, but she was no longer strong enough, and her claws plunged deep into her body. She let out a howl of pain and fell heavily to the ground.

'Ethan! There was a hint of despair and apology in the she-wolf's voice, and her eyes grew dim, but she shouted with the last breath of her strength, "Live!"

Ethan's heart was filled with anger and pain, and he felt a great power welling up from the depths of his body. He lunged at the strong werewolf and attacked with all his might. His claws and fangs flickered in the air, each attack carried deadly force.

However, the mighty werewolf was so powerful that he easily fended off Ethan's attack without even much effort. He smiled coldly, with a cruel glint in his eyes.

"You're too weak," the strong werewolf whispered, a hint of mockery in his voice.

Ethan felt a wave of weakness, his attack was easily neutralized, and his body was sent flying again, crashing hard to the ground. He felt his strength drain rapidly, and his vision became increasingly blurred.

Just then Ethan heard footsteps and growls in the distance. He felt a pang of despair, knowing that more pursuers had arrived. His body was pinned to the ground, unable to move.

'Get him! The strong werewolf gave the cold order, and the other werewolves quickly circled around and pinned Ethan firmly to the ground.

Ethan felt a sharp pain, his consciousness began to blur, and his vision grew darker and darker. He struggled, but his body had no strength left. He knew that he had been caught and that his hope of escape was fading.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he heard the female Wolf's voice, weak but full of determination.

"Ethan, don't give up! Live!"

Ethan's heart swelled with warmth, and he felt a glimmer of hope, but his consciousness gradually sank into darkness. All sorts of chaotic images began to form in his mind, reality mixed with illusion, as if he were between two worlds.

He saw the fighting in the forest and the terrible faces of those who pursued him, but he also saw his own life in the village and the faces of Elena and the other villagers. His consciousness began to split, and he couldn't tell what was real and what was an illusion.

"Who am I? Where am I?" Ethan's consciousness struggled in the darkness, and he felt a sharp headache, as if countless voices were echoing in his head.

His vision became clear again, and he saw the she-wolf's face, but her eyes were full of despair and apology. Ethan felt a sharp pain, his body as if torn apart, his consciousness constantly torn between reality and illusion.

"I can't give up!" Ethan shouted in his mind as he tried to keep himself awake, but the powerful force dragged him deeper into the darkness.

His consciousness faded and his vision grew darker and darker. He felt his body falling, as if into a bottomless abyss. His heart was filled with fear and despair, but he struggled to find a chance of survival.

Just then he heard a low, cold voice that seemed to come from the depths of hell and sent a chill through him.

"You can't get away with this, Ethan. You can never escape."

Ethan felt a sharp headache, and his consciousness grew foggy under the pressure of the sound. His vision became dark again, and his body seemed to be immobilized by invisible forces.

"I can't give up!" Ethan shouted in his mind as he tried to keep himself awake, but the powerful force dragged him deeper into the darkness.

His consciousness faded and his vision became completely dark. He felt his body falling, as if into a bottomless abyss. His heart was filled with fear and despair, but he struggled to find a chance of survival.