Strange Man

Rachel remembered his physique. Though she hadn't seen his face, Yurielle knew that it was him. The man that turned into a wolf. Out from the dim illumination, she could see the gleaming pair of his sharp canine, the tip of his bloodied razor claws.

It was real, the beast she thought was a figment of her imagination was real, and she didn’t just see things out of hunger.

Slowly, he strode closer to her. Her heart pounded hard on her chest in fear at the thought that this would be the last moment of her life. That she will die in the hands of a beast, and no one will ever know that a beast murdered her.

Her lungs were stinging from a sudden intake of breath. Her chest constricted as her heart pounded like an impact drill against her rib cage. Cold sweat broke from the side of her head as she stared at the man that came out directly from her nightmare.

“Please don’t kill me,” she cowered, prompting her elbows to push her upper body upright, kicking her legs in an attempt to drag hers