"Are you crazy? You're not seriously thinking about going to the Village, we'll be killed on sight!" Matthew shook his head in disbelief.

"What else are we going to do? We can't just stand here, doing nothing." Max retorted.

Zackary then changed the subject. "Max.....where's your blade?"

Max froze at the thought of it. Desperately, he looked around, hoping he could find it.

Shit! It's gone!

"It's.........not here." He said, shaking at the fact that he just lost the cursed blade. Beneath his fur, he could feel the blood drain from him.

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He slowly looked at Zackary.

Matthew paused, looking from Max to Zackary. "Wait....you guys don't possibly think that that witch took it?"

"Where else could it be, Matthew? It's obviously not under our feet!" Max retorted.

The smaller wolf sighs. "We're screwed! That blade would've cured us!"

Max snapped at him. "THE BLADE WAS TO CURE MY BROTHER!"

"Wha-? Max, forget your brother, we need that blade! Do you see what we are? We're fucking monsters!"

Zackary let out a howl that was loud enough to wake the sleeping forest. "Stop! We're not helping each other out, by acting like this! Come on, if she has it, where would she be?"

Max and Matthew stare at him with wide eyes.

"That was LOUD!" Matthew said.

Suddenly, Max's vision became a blur. Panicking, he looked at his surroundings, then felt a wave of sickness overcome him. He could feel himself sweating beneath his fur that is now soaking.

"Max?" Matthew looked at him worriedly.

He collapsed.

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