AXEL
My blood runs cold as those glowing, amber gaze pins me in place.
I know these eyes.
I force my legs to take a step backward, and the creature in the bushes shifts with me, like it's mimicking my movement. Fear snakes around my insides, twisting my senses with panic.
I know this creature.
I shuffle backward until I'm standing directly under a ray of sunlight. The creature moves forward, then hesitates and steps back, like it's afraid of the light.
When it moves across the dark areas of the forests again, I catch a glimpse of its form:
It's a wolf made entirely of shadows. As I watch its body break apart and fit back together in seconds, like smoke without form, goosebumps ripple across my skin.
It's the creature from the night of my parents' murder.
The shadowy wolf l
