Dahlia

The screams keep coming and I don’t know what to do. 

“Monster!”

“Get the pups out of here!”

Pack members run in every direction, but not all of them manage to get away. The monster is too fast and doesn’t move like a creature born of this world. It slides. It drags. Its limbs shift without rhythm, reshaping like it doesn’t know what shape it wants to be.

I stand frozen for half a second before instinct takes over.

I can’t just sit ...