Vanara Pack

She was looking at the window while holding her breath and without blinking. It was not a human but a shadow of a wolf. A werewolf. The moon was bright enough to show the outline, and she could see all its fangs. It was standing up on its hind legs to get closer to the glass. And its eyes... its eyes were red and bloodshot, but they glinted in the light, like stars.

No, like blood, like red blood pumping through a vein as fast as it can. Blood doesn't glow in the dark or reflect the light when it hits water, so the wolf was probably lying about being a werewolf and not just drunk from the nearest stream. Her heart was beating so loudly she wondered if she could hear it through the wall.

Due to fear and dread, her condition started to deteriorate. The drops of sweat on her forehead started shining like white pearls. She had been holding her breath for some time now. Her lungs burned from holding back too much air, and it was getting difficult to inhale deeply. She was afraid that if ev