"When the moon turns red, the hunt begins. In this gripping tale of survival and revenge, a young woman must fight for her life against a pack of savage werewolves. As the night wears on and the body count rises, she discovers that the beasts are not the only danger lurking in the shadows. With time running out and the odds stacked against her, she must use all her wits and strength to outsmart her enemies and make it to morning. But when the sun rises, will she still be human, or will she be one of them?"
Chapter 1 Blood moon
Chapter One
The forest was dark and silent, save for the sound of her footsteps crunching on the fallen leaves. She had been walking for hours, her heart pounding with fear and exhaustion. She knew she was being hunted, but she didn't know by what. All she knew was that she had to keep moving, keep running, if she wanted to survive.
She had lost track of time, but she knew it was late. The moon was high in the sky, casting an eerie silver light over the trees. She looked up and saw that it was full, a perfect circle of light in the darkness. But something was wrong. The moon was red, not silver. Blood red.
She stopped in her tracks, her heart racing. She had heard stories about the blood moon, about how it brought out the beasts and the monsters. She had always thought they were just stories, but now she wasn't so sure.
She heard a twig snap behind her and spun around, her hand reaching for the knife at her belt. She saw nothing but shadows and trees. But she knew it was there. She could feel its breath on her neck, hot and wet.
She started to run, her feet pounding on the forest floor. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she had to keep moving. She could hear it behind her, its footsteps pounding the ground like thunder.
She saw a clearing up ahead and ran towards it, her heart in her throat. She burst into the open space and saw a cabin at the far end. She ran towards it, hoping against hope that it was empty.
She reached the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. She pounded on it with her fists, screaming for help. But there was no answer.
She turned around and saw it. The beast. The werewolf. It was standing at the edge of the clearing, watching her with its yellow eyes. Its fur was black as night, and its teeth were sharp as knives.
She backed away, her hand still on the knife at her belt. She knew she couldn't outrun it, couldn't fight it. She was trapped.
The werewolf stepped forward, its eyes fixed on her. She closed her eyes and waited for the end.
But it never came. When she opened her eyes again, the werewolf was gone. She was alone in the clearing, with nothing but the sound of her own breathing.
She looked up and saw
Chapter 1 Blood moon
27/07/2023
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