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The story of Lycanar, Worgen Warlock of the Alliance

In between visions of another life, he ran, rough paws deftly avoiding branch and vine. The forests might have been treacherous to some, but not to him. A guttural snarl caught deep in his throat – he could smell them, his pursuers. Not even the musk they used to cover their scent could obscure the sour metallic whiff of gunpowder. The others ran on ahead, one taking a sharp turn to the left and ducking towards the river – and then the deafening sound of gunfire rang out, followed by a sharp yelp.