An — American Werewolf In London

The world blurred into a haze of cold mist and sharp stalks of heather. The creature loomed over him, a terrifying silhouette against the grey sky, but then a sharp crack echoed across the moors. Another followed in quick succession. The beast let out a sharp cry and retreated into the darkness of the fog.

"Stay on the road," the old man had whispered, his hand trembling as he gripped his ale. "Keep clear of the moors." An American Werewolf in London

Before David could answer, a howl ripped through the silence. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated hunger, rising in pitch until it felt like it was tearing through David’s skull. They froze, peering into the gloom. For a moment, the fog parted, revealing a massive, shadow-drenched shape crouched on a nearby ridge. Its eyes glowed with a sickly, yellowish light, fixed squarely on them. "Run!" David yelled, grabbing Jack’s arm. The world blurred into a haze of cold

But they hadn't stayed on the road. The map was useless in this soup, and the path had long since vanished underfoot. The beast let out a sharp cry and