Beneath the Silent Sky

Previously

…The woods seemed to conspire against him, branches whipping at his face, roots tripping his feet. The chilling scent grew stronger, the silence more profound, broken only by the terrifying sounds of the chase echoing through the trees. He ran until his lungs burned and his legs threatened to give out, the image of Sam, standing defiant against the encroaching darkness, seared into his mind. He had to survive. For Noah. For Sam. For all of them. The ancient oak, the vanished footprints, the guttural roars – they were no longer just horrifying occurrences. They were a terrifying reality, and the silent sky above offered no comfort, only an endless, watchful darkness.