Blood and shadow

The sky turned dark as a storm gathered on the horizon. A red glow began to emanate from the clouds, casting an eerie light across the landscape. A blood moon, the elders called it. A sign of danger, of evil. I shivered, a primal fear taking hold of me. Something was coming, something terrible.

"We must return to the den," I said to my pack, my voice low and urgent. "We are not safe here."

But it was too late. A shadow fell across the land, we looked up, and saw a figure standing before us. It was tall and dark, its features obscured by shadows. Its eyes burned like red coals, and it stood with its hands held out, palms open. A howl began to rise from its throat, a sound that sent chills down our spines.

"You cannot escape me," the figure said, its voice like the rumble of thunder. "You belong to me, and you always will."

I could feel the fear rising within my pack,the figure began to move forward, its steps slow and deliberate. We began to back away, our hearts pounding in our chests