at dawn,

her bones and refused to leave. Her clothes clung damp against her skin, her breath fogged in the

Her head throbbed..

arm. She hissed and yanked up

. The skin around the slashes was slightly raised, almost glowing faintly w

reathed, hea

ememb

nster. The silver beast. Those golden ey

oked a

igns of the beast. But the silence outside felt different-

the foggy morning..and

n him. His black fur was soaked th

ll to h

se, no," sh

idecold. Her ches

he choked out. "I shoul

bbing into his fur, whispering ap

camping shovel, she dug until the earth gave in. She placed his colla

ing me," she whispe

en she

pt the wheel straight. By the time she reached her apartment, she felt cracke

r. A nurse raised her

animal?" she re

ffly. "Big. Bla

the golden eyes. Or how the scar on

rew every curtain tight. She held her flashlight

ever came...the

ith blood, growls echoing through the dark, silver fur flashi

e forest-here, in her apartment...scratches on

she heard footsteps soft, padded, like some

nalize it. Grief..

e started d

e...On napkins...Grocer

s doing, she tore the sketche

mark on her arm

one n

her skin slick with sweat..and acros

Not human..ju

n g

backing away from the window wit

it was him..the silver

f believe she is being paranoid.. be