SAVANNAH
Fire. Blood. Screams.
I stood frozen in a forest clearing, watching shadows with teeth tear into flesh. The pack member I'd killed crawled toward me, his guts dragging behind him like horror movie special effects gone wrong.
"You did this," he gurgled, black blood bubbling between blue lips. "The darkness walks in your skin."
An army of the dead rose around him—wolves with hollow eye sockets, humans with limbs bent at impossible angles. All moving toward me with terrible purpose.
"Yeah, no thanks," I muttered, backing away. "I didn't sign up for this zombie apocalypse crap."
The ground beneath my feet turned to black sludge, sucking me down like quicksand in an Indiana Jones movie. The more I struggled, the faster I sank.
"The Wolf That Eats the Moon," the corpses chanted
