Head Back

Not wanting to be a nuisance at this time of night, Bethan spun on her heel and began to saunter back to the car. As she wandered through the forest, Bethan could feel someone or something watching her. The dense foliage began to move in front of her eyes, Bethan took a deep breath to stop herself from freaking out.

Bethan raised a finger into the air and felt no breeze on the tip. Her pace began to increase as she knew that something was stalking her through the forest. Bethan could hear the bushes rustling to her left as she quickly ben over and removed the heels from her feet. Sweat dripped down her forehead as she tightly gripped the shoes in one hand before wiping her brow with the other.

The rustling seemed to disapparate as Bethan started to slow her pace. After a few minutes, the silence that surrounded her was shattered by a low guttural snarl. Without thinking, Bethan's body instinctively prepared itself to enter into a Fight or Flight...