The baying of hounds echoed in the sultry night. Their undulating cries grew closer, as the pack reached the courtyard. Long claws skittered up the marble steps and spilled into the hallway. Their scent was ripe. The coppery scent of blood hung in a miasma about their swirling forms. Panting tongues dripped saliva along the pristine halls as they sought egress into the apartments within the building.
A small child huddled beneath her bed, staring at the partially opened window of her bedroom. Shivering, she held her breath, hoping they wouldn’t find her. Desperation winning over fear, she slipped from her hiding place and struggled with the window pane, pushing it down against a pair of scrabbling paws with all the might her ten year old body could muster.
On the foyer beyond, a solitary shadow reflected in the dim light that passed through the shattered pane of the front door. Slim and well built, he tossed back his heavy mane of unruly hair, and howled at the moon.