On a dark and windy night, the sound of bat wings beating against the air was enough to make one tremble.
Swarms of brightly colored snakes coiled menacingly along the walls, their red tongues flicking out with a terrifying hiss.
Chloe Thornton pressed her back against the rock wall, her sharp fangs bared. Her hands had transformed into wolf claws, digging tightly into the stone.
The fur all over her body stood on end as she warily watched the venomous creatures closing in around her.
Her clothes were tattered and torn, riddled with countless tiny holes—the marks left by the fangs of bats and venomous snakes.
The cave floor was littered with the severed bodies of snakes and a dense carpet of motionless bats.
The atmosphere in the cave was thick with tension. The two sides were locked in a stalemate, just a spark away from another explosion of violence.
CRACK!
Loose rocks crumbled from the cave wall, tumbling into the depths. A long moment passed before the echo returned.
