Zach POV
My brother moves closer, lowering his voice some more,
“This monster... his claws shine like polished steel under the waxing moon. His eyes are not gold like ours. They're... different. He's got eight fangs, Zach. Eight! Not four. He's not werewolf even though he looks like us, stands like us, run like us. That creature is something born from darkness. A flesh eating demon. I saw it with my two eyes. I believe I'm still alive because his focus was on the human. I had to save myself, so I didn't stick around to watch him debone the guy. I ran. And hid. I was on duty but had to leave my post. I had nightmares..."
The creature he just described is my beast. How is he alive after seeing the guy?
"You know I'm Chief Ranger for the humans in these woods. They will demand answers. W
