The town is already stirring.
The early morning rush has begun, workers heading to their jobs, shop owners setting up displays, students drowsily making their way to school.
Oblivion of what is happening in the city.
Blake moves like a shadow through the dimly lit streets, her breath ragged, her muscles tensed.
The air carries a thousand scents, but none of them register. All she knows is hunger. Rage. Chaos. Primal hunting desires.
She sprints across an empty intersection, her claws clicking against the pavement.
A delivery truck rounds the corner, headlights cutting through the fading darkness.
The driver barely has time to register the figure before her body slams into the front of the vehicle.
The impact is deafening.
The windshield shatters.
The truck swerves violently, tires screeching as it crashes into a parked car. Alarms wail through the street.