I found myself wandering through a nightmarish landscape, black and white and shades of grey.
I could just make out my lover, somewhere ahead of me in the fog-shrouded wood. Stray beams from the full moon filtered through the fog and lit his way, spilling onto his sun-lightened hair and glinting off it.
Something trailed him in the mist; something feral that threatened not only his life, but also his soul. Growls rumbled from concealing shadows, but Roddy walked on, unaware, unconcerned. I opened my mouth to warn him, but it was as if my vocal cords were frozen—I couldn’t get a sound past my lips.
Roddy knew I was there behind him, and he turned to face me, smiling his pleasure. He was smiling as the thing barrelled out of the darkness and tore at his throat.
He was smiling as he died.
