Her Final Tears

"Demon wolf?!" Esme's voice quivered as she recoiled slowly, her brows beaded with sweat. The orange glow of a nearby flame illuminated her side profile, accentuating her face that looked paralyzed with shock.

The monstrous wolf crept forward, its fiery eyes blazing with hunger for blood as it stalked towards her small figure, its nose flaring up. A menacing growl escaped its mouth, and its breath smelled of anything rotten, causing nausea to rise from the pit of Esme's stomach.

She barely had time to react when four more demon wolves emerged from the rubble of disaster. Three of the demon wolves swiftly shifted to their human form, their presence accompanied by a laughter that sent chills down Esme's spine.