Whose Looking Back?
James
James flashed himself a nervous smile as he ran a comb through his short brown hair. His light blue eyes shone in the dim light for a few brief moments before he briefly stepped away to grab a glass of water. After gulping it down he put it back on the side and began to walk towards the door. Once outside the flat, he locked the door before creeping down the stairs and heading out into the dark evening. As the cold air rushed over his body he felt grateful for having the jacket wrapped around his body.
The city lights flickered as he strode towards the town and a cold shudder ran up his back he swore he heard a wolf howling in the distance.