"I… I AM NOT the only one that can see that, right?" Sophie stammered, pointing at the child. Tristen and Emma shook their heads. "Yeah, I can see it too," Emma said. The child still stood near the large tree. One of his hands rested on the bark of the tree as he half-hid his face. He was small and thin. And he was white. Very white. Almost pale. Tristen shuffled forward. Emma gripped his arm. "What do you think you are doing?" She whispered fiercely. "Going to speak to the kid," He whispered back. "Are you crazy?" Sophie asked. She didn't bother to lower her voice. "That child is damn creepy. I suggest we turn back and head back to the meeting point." She looked at the screen of her phone. "Our time is up anyway.""I agree with Sophie this time," Emma said. Tristen snatched his arm from Emma's grip. "That might be the child that Henry saw… and the main reason that we are here." He said. " and that might be our only chance of getting help," He walked forward carefully. Emma and

I am running amidst the woods. I can feel the leaves slapping against my face and tiny thorns sticking into my flesh as I run. I am running at an insane speed, faster than any human should be able to move. I suddenly notice that I can see very bright even though it is night. I see it very clearly. Almost as clear as day. I feel anger. And pain. And the thirst for revenge. And insatiable hunger, the hunger that felt like it had persisted for hundreds of years. I do not know where I am going, but it feels like my legs are accustomed to the floor of the forest, because they are moving on their own accord, leaping over shrubs and turning corners I do not know. I vaguely register at the back of my head that I am running on both my hands and legs. Like an animal. Like a wolf. Different scents waft through my nose and spark my brain. It is coming from the direction where I was headed in the first place. With renewed agility, I launch in the direction where the scents are coming from. I