Story 881: The Hunger Calls

The night was thick with the scent of decay. Every breath tasted like rust and rot.

Evelyn gripped her knife tighter, her pulse hammering in her ears. They weren’t alone.

Somewhere in the shadows, it watched.

And it was waiting.

The Shape in the Dark

Lucas scanned the ruins with his rifle, his finger twitching on the trigger.

Nothing moved.

No sound.

Just that feeling. That primal, gut-wrenching awareness of being hunted.

Then—a low growl.

From the rooftops above.

Mia looked up just in time to see a monstrous shape leap down.

It landed on all fours, its claws tearing into the concrete. The ground trembled.

Its skin was raw and glistening, stretched over unnatural muscle. Its head—a twisted abomination. No eyes. Just a wide, grinning maw lined with jagged teeth.

And its tongue—long, writhing, alive.

Leon’s breath caught. “That’s not a Watcher.”

Evelyn swallowed. “No… it’s something worse.”

A Predator Unleashed