The Blood Moon Awakening

When They Came At Night

The minute the window broke, all hell broke loose. The biting wind entered the room in one rush as the stench of something savage hung in the air.

My heart beat wildly inside of me as I looked at the eerie glow of the eyes that seemed to look right through me. The eyes did not belong to a person.

They belonged to wolves. Real wolves. They had come for me. I fell backward onto the bed, terrified out of my wits as an ominous growl rang through the room. Mother stood before me, her muscles tensed up and all sense of calmness long forgotten. “Stay behind me,” she ordered.

Yet another wolf crashed into the broken window, entering the room faster than should be possible. It was neither fully a wolf nor fully human.

The creature’s body contorted from one to another, with muscles flexing in an odd way and eyes glowing fiercely with the hunger of the predator within. I screamed, but before the beast could get to me, my mother stood up.

With a slight lift of her hand, she did something I had never seen in my life. Power emanated from her in a soft glow that seemed otherworldly, and as the wolf advanced, it abruptly stopped in front of the barrier created by my mother’s power, giving out an odd cry of surprise and falling back.

My mouth dropped open. “Mum...?” I whispered, trying to wrap my mind around what I saw. She did not turn to look at me, her gaze fixed on the wolves. “There is no time,” she stated hurriedly. “Too many.” And there were more coming.

More glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. My heart dropped. There were too many. We couldn’t fight them. My mother turned to me suddenly, grabbing my hand tightly. “We’re leaving,” she said. Before I could ask anything, she pulled me off the bed and toward the door. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to move, panic pushing me forward.

Behind us, another crash echoed as more wolves forced their way inside. The house was no longer safe. We ran through the hallway, my breath uneven, my heart racing as fear filled my chest. Everything was happening too fast. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t understand. The front door burst open as we rushed out into the night. The air outside felt heavier, filled with danger. I could hear them behind us now.

The wolves. Fast. Close. My mother didn’t slow down. She pulled me along the road, her grip tight, her movements quick and urgent. “Where are we going?” I asked breathlessly, struggling to keep up. “Somewhere safe,” she replied shortly. We ran through the dark streets, the sound of distant howls following us like a warning. My legs burned, my chest tight, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.

The fear of what was chasing us kept me moving. After what felt like forever, we reached the edge of the town. The houses became fewer, replaced by old paths and quiet spaces. My mother led me down a narrow road I had never seen before, surrounded by tall trees and silence. Finally, she stopped in front of a small, old house hidden among the shadows. It looked worn, almost forgotten, but something about it felt… different. Calm.

Like the air around it was untouched by the chaos behind us. She knocked quickly on the door, her breathing slightly uneven now. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the door creaked open slowly. An old woman stood there, her figure small but her presence strong. Her eyes were sharp, watching us carefully. “You shouldn’t have brought her here,” the woman said quietly. My mother’s grip tightened on my hand. “I had no choice,” she replied.

“They’ve found her.” The woman’s gaze shifted to me, studying me deeply. I felt exposed under her stare, like she could see everything inside me. Every fear. Every secret.

Then she stepped aside. “Come in,” she said simply. My mother pulled me inside quickly, closing the door behind us. The moment it shut, something changed. The fear, the noise, the tension—it all faded slightly. The air felt calm. Safe. I let out a shaky breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. My legs felt weak as I looked around the small room.

It was simple, filled with old things and a faint scent of herbs. The old woman moved slowly, her eyes still on me. “Sit,” she said. I hesitated, but my mother guided me to a chair. The moment I sat down, the exhaustion hit me hard. My body trembled slightly, the events of the night finally catching up to me.

The old woman stepped closer, her hand lifting gently as she placed it on my head. Her touch was warm, calming in a way I couldn’t explain. “Breathe,” she said softly. I obeyed without thinking, my breathing slowly becoming steady.

The panic inside me began to fade, replaced by a strange calm. My eyes felt heavy, my body slowly relaxing under her touch. “What… is happening to me?” I whispered, my voice weak. The old woman didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she looked at my mother, something unspoken passing between them.

Then she turned and faced me. "You are waking up," she murmured softly. My heart jumped. "Wake up… to what?" I asked, uneasiness creeping inside me. But her smile only grew, along with an unreadable look in her eyes. "That is something that you will come to realize soon." My stomach clenched from her words.

I did not like the sound of her response; I did not like any of it. "Will they find us here?" I asked as I stared towards the door.

The idea of their finding us again sent my heart beating faster than ever before. But the old woman simply shook her head. "Not tonight," she responded. "This place is safe." Although unsure, I still nodded, my body too exhausted to argue further.

The sense of peace around me began to pull on me, lulling me into an immovable state. My eyes shut as the fear slowly left me, but until the point of sleep claimed me, there was one thing I knew for sure – if they had found me once… they would do so again. And when they came… we would have nowhere left to run.