Elias took a step back. For the first time in thirty years, the alpha smelled afraid.
The moon hung low and fractured, as if something had tried to swallow it and thought better of it. Rain fell not in droplets but in sheets—grey, relentless, the kind of rain that washed away footprints and memories in equal measure. Instinct Unleashed -Chapter 9- By Kind Nightmares
By Kind Nightmares