Mistakes

Chapter 26 - Mistakes

Alora

It didn't take us long to get to the roof, and it took even less time to spot the four beasts as they circled the cabin. Their long snouts were covered in foam from the long dripping drool that spilled out between their fanged teeth. The creatures were ugly bastards with boney hunchbacks and milky eyes. Their skin was a pale grey, and they smelled wretched. They stood in their arched hindlegs like some diseased form of a mutated werewolf—sharp claws drawn as they released one ear-piercing screech after another.

"What are these things?" Damon hissed in disgust. I let out a dry laugh.

"Think of a wendigo and a Werewolf mating, and this is what you get. A thing of nightmares."

"And you have come here on more than one occasion because?" Damon asked, and I looked out at the beasts again. Not wanting to look him in the eye as I replayed my nightmares in my head.

"Because I never want to feel as helpless as I did when I was younger. If you can kill your fears