His darkness
The pouring rain made it impossible to see who made the noise, so I called out the first name that popped in my head, hoping it was him.
"Xander?"
Red piercing eyes locked onto mine when half of his face figure showed up, a dirty grey wolf came into view.
His fur was mangy and blood-clotted. Eyes bloodshot, all red and ready to kill. He had long, sharp teeth that were meant for ripping flesh. The wolf wasn't huge, but it looked deadly enough. I wasn't sure if he was a werewolf or a wolf; either way, I was in deep trouble.