Chapter 47 - False Hope

August struggled onward. His body spent but his mind ever vibrant. This was the moment he had been training his whole life for. From the day he got out, he swore to himself that he would find the bastard wolf who ruined his world and he was going to make it pay. Now, vengeance was just within his grasp and nothing could take it away. He bent down and reached for the knife but just as he was about to grab it. An object crashed against him from behind. It was unexpected and it was at his weak spot causing him to fly wildly in the air before crashing against the ground. He coughed out more blood. His face expressed his surprise, as he struggled to fathom what happened. He turned at Viktor who had gotten up from the ground. He staggered as he stood. For every step he took forward, his body involuntarily took two steps backward. Despite the disorientation and strain upon his body, Viktor fought through it. His eyes reflected the contempt he felt for the hunter, he viewed himself as sup