Trent 2

Milo’s heart soared as he recognized the gray-cloaked warrior, battered wolf helm reflecting the moonlight as the Wolfman launched a flurry of blows to the knight’s head. Trent fought back, butting the monster in the face and flattening its twisted muzzle. Clawed hands reached up, catching the Graycloak’s helmet and ripping it from his head. The two brawlers spun, the monster taking its chance to drive Trent into the crumbling fireplace. More stones were dislodged through the onslaught, clattering onto the pair as they raked, punched, and kicked at one another.

The boy from Stormdale saw the beast’s filthy fingers around Trent’s throat now, his friend’s face contorted as the Wolfman squeezed his airways shut. He raked at the monster, his fingers falling short of his enemy’s face as the beast locked its arms, burying the suffocating youth within the chimney stack.

B6 P2 C4