Zach POV

My brother moves closer, lowering his voice even further,

“This monster... his claws shone like polished steel under a waxing moon. His eyes weren't gold like ours. They're... different. He's got eight fangs, Zach. Eight! Not four. He's not werewolf even though he looks like us, stands like us, run like us. That creature is something born from darkness. A flesh eating demon." He pauses, visibly unsettled.

"I saw it with my two eyes. I believe I'm still alive only because his attention was on the human. I had to save myself, so I didn't stick around to watch him debone the guy. I ran. And hid. I...