Milo

The boy’s trailing foot caught on the exposed ribs of the slaughtered sheep, sending him to the ground. He hit the dirt with a crunch, lip splitting and skull rattling. He rolled over, his world upside down. Through the darkness he caught sight of two blinking amber lights as the monster on the wall suddenly leapt away from the ruins, bounding to the ground.

The grotesque lycanthrope towered over him, its clawed feet gripping the earth on either side of Milo’s head. He tried to rise, only for his foe to place a foot on his antlers, holding him in his place. Bloody spittle dribbled from the young Staglord’s trembling mouth as his eyes scanned the beast’s body.

B6 P2 C5