She was sitting on a bench in the park, looking up at the clear sky. The sun had just gone down, and in the opposite horizon a beautiful, big and full moon was rising. She felt relaxed and safe.

A howl was heard in a distance up in the forest. A dog? It didn’t really sound like a dog. It was more like some kind of wolf, but there was no wolves in this area. There was something strange about it, something dark. She shivered, got her purse and started to walk home.

The shadows flew by as he ran down the hill. The darkness felt good, the air in the hair on his cheeks, his shoulders. The moonlight through the trees. The smells. So many, so strong. He felt alive as never before. The moment. Everything was this moment.

She walked down the road, into the shortcut towards their house, a path through the forest. The moonlight filters through the higher parts of the trees, giving her a little bit of eyesight.

She hears the howl again.

A new smell is mixed with the smells of the forest. Rich. Intriguing. Beautiful. He licks his lips. He’s never smelled a smell like that. He stops for a moment. Sucking in pleasure through his nose. He howls again. A long howl of longing, of desire. Then he keeps running.

It was closer this time. Too close. What was it? It sounded almost human, like someone gone crazy, but it was too grave, too… wild. She started walking faster.

She could see the end of the path now, where she would be out in the street between the houses again. A shadow moved in the darkness between the trees. Fast. Too fast to be human. Something crossed the path behind her. She turned around. Nothing. She started running.

He sees her now. His prey. She’s running. A desire to hunt, to play. The smell is strong. The smell of fear. He wants her.

She reached the edge of the forest, ran out in the street. Kept running. There were some people a bit ahead. She was safe. She stops for a moment to catch her breath. Turns around. A beast comes out of the forest. Running half on two feet, halfly on all four. A wolf. A man. A monster.

She screams as he leaps towards her.

He sees the fear in her eyes. He lands over her, she falls to the ground. Helpless. Beautiful. He sinks his teeth into he neck. Her flesh. The iron taste as the blood goes down his throat. He howls to the moon. Four people are watching a block away. Shocked. Terrified.

Just the way he likes them.

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