Lycan Lineage

We Have to Hide

“What... what is that!” Cherrie stammered, her eyes wide with fear. “June, this isn’t funny. He’s terrifying.” Her voice was barely audible, and it looked like she might fall apart right there in the car. She shrank into herself like she wanted to disappear.

“I want to leave,” I whispered back, almost unable to form the words. My eyes were glued to his, or whatever that thing was. Something about him was wrong. Wrong in a way I couldn’t explain, only feel.

Cherrie started apologizing so desperately it hurt to hear. Her voice broke, shaking, and her eyes were already full of tears, ready to fall. “I’m really sorry, officer. I didn’t mean to litter. Please, forgive me.”

He leaned in. Not fast, not aggressive. But the way he filled the space… it was like the air had grown heavier, thicker. His head tilted slowly to the side, like an animal sniffing out danger. And that’s when I saw his eyes. Red. But not like someone tired. A pulsing, restless red, like something was about to explode from inside. And he didn’t look pleased about it. He looked terrified.

“Close the window. Lock the doors. Now.” His voice came out low, rough, trembling, as if he was holding an avalanche in his throat. Sweat was running down his face, his jaw trembling, not with anger, but with effort. With fear.

“Run…” he said, like someone unsure whether he was warning us or just thinking out loud. “This has never happened before…”

His hand went to his face, as if trying to hold his head together, to choke back whatever was about to break free. His fingers trembled, digging into his temples with almost desperate strength. He squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth like someone trying to hold back a scream, not a scream of rage, but of pure terror. The kind that comes from someone who knows exactly what’s about to happen… and doesn’t want it to.

I had never seen anything like it. His body started folding into itself, like his bones were trying to rearrange. Muscles jumped and tensed under the skin, twisting in waves that made my stomach turn. A dry c***k, loud, brutal, echoed through the air as his jaw shifted forward in a grotesque way. He stumbled, staggering backward, and for a second I thought he would fall. But he didn’t. His body held on, even if his mind seemed to have already let go.

That’s when the nails started to grow. Too fast. They were dark, gnarled, and shaped into sharp claws, like curved blades sprouting from his fingertips. They moved through the air like they had a will of their own, like they were already searching for something to tear apart.

“RUN!” he screamed, his voice distorted between something human and something deeper, more guttural. “I can’t… control it… RUN!”

Cherrie screamed. But it wasn’t just any scream, it was the kind of sound you didn’t know someone could make. It ripped through the air like shattering glass, sharp, desperate, far too high to be simple fear. It was pure panic. I was frozen, like someone had pulled the plug connecting me to the rest of the world. My arms, my legs, everything in me had shut down. All I could do was stare, eyes wide and dry, as he twisted like his own body was a cage that could no longer hold what was inside.

Cherrie curled into herself beside me, so close I could hear her ragged breathing, yet far enough that I felt powerless to help. She hugged herself like she could disappear into her own body. With every heaving breath from her chest, I knew she was about to break for real. And when she looked at me, it was like we were stuck in the same dark hole, no way out. A kind of fear that doesn’t come with words, only emptiness.

Then came the sound. God, that sound. A sharp, metallic c***k, like the world splitting from the inside. His hand, or what was left of it, grabbed the door handle so hard it looked like he was trying to rip it off. The claws scraped against the metal with a screech that made my teeth ache. The car trembled. Not like an object, but like a wounded animal. A low groan came from somewhere in the frame, and I swear, I thought the car was about to give up on us.

Before I could react, his hand lunged. Fast. Vicious. Like it had a mind of its own. And it went straight for Cherrie.

She tried to scream again, but couldn’t. The sound died in her throat, and all she could do was widen her eyes. And so did I. Because in that moment, the only thing standing between us and the end was silence. A suffocating silence, thick with panic. And inside, something in me broke. Like the world had slammed a door shut, and we were stuck outside.

My scream didn’t come from reason or thought. It came from somewhere deep and primal inside me, like my body was trying to signal it was about to die. It was raw, torn, scraped my throat and filled my ears at the same time. A sound that didn’t even feel like mine. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it came from the part of me that had never had the chance to exist until now, the part that knew this was real and that we were in serious, serious trouble.

Before I could understand what I was doing, my hands had already shot forward. I grabbed the creature’s wrist, hot, rigid, almost throbbing, and only then realized what I had done. And then came the claws. The pain was so fast it didn’t even feel like real pain at first, more like someone had dragged a hot blade across my skin. I felt the blood before I knew I was bleeding.

His head snapped around suddenly, with a dry c***k, and when I looked into his eyes… My God. They weren’t eyes. They were pits of pure hatred, like everything inside had burned out and only that hungry glow remained. But it wasn’t just rage. There was hunger. Not for food. For flesh. Our flesh. Mine.

Maybe he thought I’d just stand there, waiting. But I moved. I yanked the door with everything I had, without thinking, and it slammed into his hand with a sickening thud that made me nauseous. His scream was the worst sound of the whole night. It sounded like a cornered beast, but also hurt. As if I’d broken something inside him. And part of me wanted to cry. Another part wanted to throw up.

That gave us a second. One. But it was everything. I opened the passenger door with my hand covered in blood, slipping. His claws were slamming into the metal behind us, making a sound like fingernails on a chalkboard, only a thousand times louder, and so much closer. Every screech made me want to faint.

I screamed something I don’t even remember and yanked Cherrie as hard as I could. She nearly fell, but the door gave way, and we spilled onto the asphalt like two dolls tossed from a moving car. The impact knocked the air out of me, left me dizzy. But when I opened my eyes, I saw the sky. And I understood: we were still alive. In pain, terrified, but alive.

We ran. Desperately. We ran like the ground behind us was on fire. Our feet slammed against the pavement in a hollow, frantic rhythm, each step clumsier than the last. I didn’t know if I was running or just falling forward nonstop. The wind hit my face like slaps, and even then, it felt like we weren’t fast enough. The moon was shining above us, too white, too indifferent. Something about it pissed me off. It looked like it was watching everything from a box seat, laughing at our misery.

My legs were already shaking, my knees threatening to buckle. My sneakers hit the ground hard, like every step was hurting the asphalt, or me. Every breath was a punishment. My chest burned, my stomach ached, and my arms were freezing. But stopping wasn’t an option. Not even a thought. The fear had become something else, bigger. It was pure instinct, like my body had taken over to survive while my mind screamed from somewhere deep inside.

Behind us, the sound was insane. There were growls, heavy panting, something animal, but human, too. A dragging, guttural noise that short-circuited my brain. And the more we ran, the closer it felt. Like it was enjoying the chase.

I looked back. I shouldn’t have. But I did. What I saw froze me for a second. He wasn’t him anymore. That thing was tearing through what was left of his clothes, his skin, his human limits. And the eyes… weren’t eyes. They were embers. His half-open mouth revealed teeth that didn’t fit inside a human mouth. And the way he followed us, it was like he’d already devoured us a thousand times in his mind.

I tripped. Almost went down. But I didn’t. I forced myself to keep going. For me. For Cherrie. For the rhythm of our footsteps pounding together in a frantic beat. The air grew heavier, thicker. It felt like we were running through a sticky nightmare, where everything dragged, where time pulled us backward. The road was endless. The darkness, suffocating. And that thing? Closer by the second.

“There!” Cherrie screamed, pointing with a hand shaking like a leaf. She was gasping so hard it didn’t even sound like words. “The woods!”

I didn’t see anything. Just shapes. Silhouettes. But I went. I went because we couldn’t keep running down the road. We had to vanish. Change course. Anything.

“We have to hide!” she said, with an urgency that cut through me like a blade. I just nodded, unsure if it was fear or too much certainty, but it was all I could feel.