The peacefull, nice scenery of the forest surrounding the river was a quiet one, untill it was interupeted by the sound of screams. The young, 15 year old girl with short, black hair and pale skin broke through the forest, panting and running, from three giant, grusome looking wolves.
"You can never exsape us, little girl." One spat in a discusting voice as it began to catch up to the girl.
Widow was her name, and she had made the mistake of coming to close to the Werewolf territory. But that was not the reason that the wolfs were chasing her. She was a Monolithe, a new breed of race, the desidant of the powerful snake woman, Medusa. Widow had the ability to turn other to stone, not by looking at them, but by touching them, which was why she wore black leather gloves. Her power would not save her now, however, for the wolves were gaining closer by the second.