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Jake Freeman
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The bitter cold of the city ,Calvawood,was biting Jakes hands threw his blood soaked linen hand wraps. He sat in the ally way to hide from the vampirc minions he had killed a few but he was tired he told him self not to sleep but he started to fade the cold was gonna put him down his werewolf blood was freezing, his bloody knees black as night with frost bite and sheer cold he saw a figure come up to him waved to more dark figures to come he thought he was doomed so he said in the very ancient yet not forgotten werewolfian language 'good night moon good night sun goodnight stars god has took me home back to the forests of Nightanine where mother and father will be waiting for me' then he fades to the darkness