He’s not protecting me, she thought. He’s hunting.
The Night Watchman
The first night was a descent into madness.
The air in the small apartment smelled of Raven’s damp fur and the metallic tang of old floorboards.
Read also
While Samantha tried to sleep, she heard the rhythmic click-clack of claws on hardwood, circling her bed like a predator. 🔒
By 3:00 AM, the sound of Raven’s heavy breathing was the only thing she could hear over the ticking of the clock.