Chapter 4

The amount of fear that I feel right now is overwhelming. I am alone and vulnerable, and I don’t even have the ability to fight back. The demon’s strength is remarkable, his hold on me is without mercy.

“Let go of me!” I yell as I am dragged from behind the giant oak tree.

“You see? I told you guys that I smelt someone,” The demon holding me says. He presses my body onto him, giving me no way to free myself.

“Okay, you made your point, let her go,” One of his friends says, he sounds nervous.

This is my first interaction with another species. All I have known is this town and my own people, werewolves. 

“Let her go? Seriously, Jose?” The one holding me tightly replies. 

His friends look uncomfortable with what is happening, and I continue to yell for help, hoping that someone would hear me and come to my rescue. I don’t want to die.

From all the stories that I have been told about demons, I expected them to look like evil itself. I expecte