ERIK
Okay, I thought, taking in my surroundings. This is weird.
I remembered vividly falling asleep with Amy in my arms, after making love to her - all in the Crescent Moon pack house.
Yet that was not where I was.
The forest around me was that of home, at once familiar and alien: I knew those trees, those paths, I knew them as well as the back of my hand, but ... there was something off - something strange in the air.
And it was not the thin, gray fog that enveloped the bases of the trunks, or the moonless but still strangely bright night.
It was more of a feeling - one that clutched at my stomach, begging me to leave, to run as fast as I could and never look back.
Something was wrong, deeply wrong, rotten, in the Blauer Mond forest. Something, my instincts suggested, lurking
