Waning Moon (WIP)

Epilogue

All I see is darkness. And yet, something darker runs through my field of vision. It's huge, at least five foot at the shoulder, with glowing hazel eyes. There's something familiar about it, but I don't stay to figure it out. Backing away slowly, I figure maybe it won't see me.

Wrong.

The thing must've heard my feet move, because its head snaps around and it looks me dead in the eye. There's a frozen moment of pure fear as I assess my options: stay and see what happens, or run. A low growl emits from its throat.

I run.

As I'm running, I notice myself passing more and more trees to the point where I'm having to duck and dodge away from them, which is odd because I could've sworn I was in a building before. I don't get a second to try to figure out where I am, no time to stop and assess my surroundings. The Creature is gaining on me, fast. I turn my head for only a moment, trying to get a glance. What the hell is that thing? And I realize: it's a wolf. A huge, jet-black beast with fangs the length of my little finger and a snout the length of my forearm. I quickly turn back around. I don't need to see any more.

Of course, just my luck, I trip over something and go tumbling down a steep incline, rolling and hitting my head on multiple rocks and roots.

Fuck.

I push myself onto my side and sit up, holding my breath as blood trickles down the side of my face from a cut somewhere in my hairline. Maybe if I don't breathe...

Wrong. Again.

The beast runs straight towards me, of course. I try to scramble away but the thing is on top of me and